The rumble sounds ominous. It is raw. It is powerful. It sounds like pent up rage. Its telling you in no uncertain terms not mess with it. You gingerly feather the pedal. You just made it even angrier.
If you have no interest in cars whatsoever, you probably have no idea what I am on about. If you came here expecting me to describe an exotic bird, you will surely go back disappointed. I am talking about internal combustion engines. Specifically one with 8 cylinders aligned in the shape of a V. More specifically, I am talking about the sound (refer video) it makes.
If you are a normal person, you will call it a noise. And I will call you a philistine. Its music to my ears. It makes the world a better place to live in. I would rather listen to an Aston Martin V8 barreling down a tunnel at full throttle than some glorified bird.
My heaven is full of V8 birds. The virgins can go to hell.
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