Describing sound in all its mellifluous detail with a keyboard is, by its very nature, a fool’s errand. Oh, car journalists will try. We’ll crack open our well-worn box of buzzwords – zing, burble, gargle, wail… occasionally a buttery thunder – and cobble something together as best we can, but really it’s a poor approximation of the actual waves pinging off your ear drums.
Perhaps the best way to characterise the pummelling my cochlea is currently receiving is through the medium of emotions. Over the course of the past six seconds we’ve peeled off a slip road onto the A34 near Wantage and the noise has induced fear, mild pain and full-body euphoria… in that order. “And that’s three-quarter throttle at 5,000 revs,” shouts the man next to me, laughing like a bit of a maniac, because he knows there’s more to come.
Photography: Mark Riccioni