They can't arbitrarily ban the rumble of the V8, the buzzsaw whine of the straight 6

[Sir C]

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

There is nothing, nothing I tell you, that feels quite as satisfying as 400 bhp under your right foot or left hand.

Vroom! Vroom!