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I wonder what 8,250 RPM looks like in the hand-built 5.2L V8 — nicknamed Voodoo for its dark magic, menacing and intoxicating allure. I know what it feels like, sounds like. The heart-pounding, adrenaline-rush of a roaring beast unleashed. Wicked as a banshee in heat. That quivering, giddy...

A short story After passing a lazy Malibu, a short stretch of interstate opens up. A teasing token from the Gods of Gridlock and Crowded Highways. I switch open the active exhaust. The beast takes the cue and growls dauntingly. A deep monstrous rumble, she’s impatient. It’s been too slow for...