I can’t explain it, but for some reason, like most boys and men, I have a fascination with just about anything that has a motor and moves. Is it the soothing soundscape a car evokes while idling or the loudness from a revving motorcycle? Or, is it the high-pitched frequencies of a jet engine during landing and takeoff that create the almost hypnotic allure?

Maybe, just maybe, it’s genetic. Perhaps men are programmed to find loud noises intriguing somehow. That we get some kind of hormonal reward from confronting (and mastering) the mechanical beast.