FOUR ON THE FLOOR

There ain't no sensations quite like it. The engine growls, a low, guttural noise that shakes your core. That pedal sinks to the carpet, and you're hurled forward in a flash. It's pure, unadulterated force, and it gets right into your bloodstream. It's the pulse of the asphalt, the song of speed. vidi tu A heap of folksbelieve it's a way of