THIS HERE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine churns, a low, guttural vibration that shakes your soul. That accelerator sinks to the carpet, and you're launched forward in a blur. It's pure, unadulterated might, and it gets right into your veins. It's the rhythm of the asphalt, the tune of speed. A heap of folksthink it's a way of life