Showing posts with label pure sound. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pure sound. Show all posts

As if we needed another great RSR to lust after...

And lust is the right word. It seems there is no other car that moves my desire meter as much as a classic 911 RSR.

Race Enzo : Pure Sound

Targa Newfoundland. Enzo. Ridiculous exhaust. Really fast.
'Nuff said...

Pure Sound Ferrari's and Disc Glow Galore...

With 720hp on tap at an ear piercing 9,000 RPM, the 599XX is truly pure porn for gear heads and track monkeys alike.


Stalking a '72 911...

OK so maybe stalking is a bad word to use. Admiring? Maybe. Envious bromance? More appropriate.



Screamin' 635 CSi

If I could narrow down my list of favorite BMW's down to 3, this would be place holder #2. We'll leave the #1 spot for another day...


Ferrari 458 Italia Akrapovic Exhaust Sound

As if the 458 Italia didn't sound great already. Add an Akropovic exhaust and your sure to lower property values in your neighborhood.
Quickly.

The great Alfa is back!!!

I'm a sucker for great sounding vintage race cars. Ok, I'm lying. I love the sound of ANY race car. OK, OK... Still lying - I'm a motorhead, loving all things cars; a complete addict.
Imagine my heart sinking as I see a fine example of Alfa-ness tumble to a horrible demise.
But have no fear! The Alfa is back! Rebuilt and better than before!



Group B - Still too fast to race

Quite possibly the most comprehensive, intense, all encompassing video on the golden age of rally racing. Excellent sounds, great in-car videos, tremendous commentary by some guy with a British accent.
What more could you ask for?
OK, it's an hour and 16 minutes long, but OH-SO worth it!!!

Flame Broiled For Your Pleasure, v2.0

Afterfire is STILL one of my favorite things about a tuned vehicle.
Amazing that a bit of unburned fuel exiting an unrestricted pipe could bring me so much joy...
When it doubt, add more fuel!

29 minutes, 49 seconds of pure sound nirvana

Shut the door to your office. Turn off your cell phone. Advise your cubicle-mates to put on some ear protection. Tell your boss you need under a 1/2 hour to yourself. Let your children know not to disturb you for the next 30 minutes. Ask your wife to put out the trash.
You need to feed the animal. The animal inside you that thrives on pure motor sound and the ultimate in hillclimb porn.
Crank up the sound, and see how many cars you can name before your mind explodes...