[Auto] The car sounds all petrolheads adore

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Driving has always been a wholly multisensory experience: the simple pleasure of tackling a great road in a great car just wouldn’t be the same without an array of sounds, smells and other sensations.

However, a key part of that cocktail is changing, because electrification isn’t just changing how cars are powered but also how they sound. The merits of that can be argued, but the importance of noise to the motoring experience can’t. So we’ve been thinking of our favourite car noises. But you won’t find a screaming V10, rumbling V8 or mighty flat six here: we’ve left individual engines to one side to contemplate the other great noises cars that make...

Start-up in a British lightweight

It’s an easy one, this: the engine start-up sound when you’re sitting in any lightweight, open-roofed British sports car. I’m thinking Caterhams, Radicals, Ariels, Westfields and the like. The noise is the starting gun for a drive that will stir your soul and really make you feel alive. Cars like this are as immersive as they get and involve more of your senses in a drive than anything else. Just from writing this, I’m off for a trip into the classifieds… Mark Tisshaw

 

 

Cooldown crackling

If I were asked to choose one specific sound from one specific car, my answer would unapologetically be the full spectrum of Lamborghini’s current 5.2-litre V10 engine, absorbed at nosebleed-inducing length by holding the throttle wide open from 2000rpm to the redline, ideally while heading through the most perfectly spherical tunnel you can find. But in general terms, it has to be the syncopated crackling of thermal contraction after a hard drive. If you can hear that, you’re probably somewhere quite peaceful – somewhere that exists in contrast to the excitement that has just unfolded. It immediately puts me in a reflective, philosophical, car-loving mood. Richard Lane

 

 

A smooth gearchange

Before you write in to complain that “every gearchange is smooth; it’s called synchromesh”, I present to you my 1950s Willys Jeep, which has a three-speed non-synchro ’box and a foot-long gear lever. Accurate it is not. It’s smooth on the way up, but going from third to second without a hideous graunching noise takes some doing. As for second to first, I just cheat by stopping and starting again. It requires double-declutching, the co-ordination of a top athlete and lots of anticipation. But when third becomes second in a seamless snick, with no gnashing of cogs, it’s one of the most satisfying noises you will hear in any car. Piers Ward

 

 

Silent anticipation

You might think this a bit odd but, for me, the most exciting sound is, well, no sound at all. It’s that anticipatory silence you experience in the moments before you drive something special for the first time; as you contemplate all the sounds, smells, sights and physical sensations you’re on the verge of experiencing. This silence is undoubtedly at its loudest when the car in front of you is something exotic: a mid-engined Italian, for instance. But you can still hear it when you look at something as humble as a Ford Fiesta ST, or perhaps even the charming old beater that you know inside out but that still appeals to your inner petrolhead on the most primal level. Keep an ear out. Simon Davis

 

Backfiring

It’s hardly an indication of good mechanical health but, for character and comedic value, little beats a backfire. You hardly ever hear one these days, because modern cars don’t suffer the timing and fuelling issues that plague temperamental older motors, so it has come to serve as the soundtrack of the neglected but ever-faithful banger. I’ve never managed to encourage a cohesive relationship between the distributor and carburettor of my ancient Volkswagen Beetle, so coughs and splutters are par for the course, but one of my fondest driving memories is leaving school one fine summer afternoon, backing off the throttle as I approached the maths block and making my poor old form tutor jump two feet into the air. It was almost worth the detention. Felix Page