The thrumming, roaring heart of an Aston Martin sedan. Waiting for its command, the snarling beast sounds more like an oncoming tornado than something built to move a family around. There's a small, immature part of me that adores the deep, throaty growls of high-displacement engines. V8, V10, V12, they all sound like horrendous, vulgar music to my ears.
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