FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no emotions quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the ground, and you're pushed forward in a rush. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the chant of speed. A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of life.