The low rumble of an idling V8 hints at the coming roar that will echo through the concrete-slathered urban jungle of downtown. Once the accelerator pedal hits the floor and sends a flood of liquid fire into the waiting cylinders, everyone within three city blocks knows a powerful pony car is near.
The unmistakable notes of aural pleasure that resonate through tunnels and off skyscrapers bring joy to all bystanders and pedestrians walking to work. They say, “That sound is why I go to work. Someday, I will be that cool guy screaming through the streets and flaunting my awesomeness.”
Soon, though, the classic roar of a V8 pony car may be replaced by the whine of a turbocharged 4-cylinder.
Which won’t sound nearly as good inside a tunnel.