The only thing that has topped my lifelong addiction to V8s and their noise, smell, and hearing damage, is I once managed to get a ride in the back of a P-51 Mustang. For those that don't know, that has a V12 that generates an astonishing amount of power. That was the ride of a lifetime. The machine just leaped into the air when the throttle was opened wide. (Of course it wasn't weighed down with ammunition, bombs, and tip tanks. Just my fat ass.)

And so I envy Tom Cruise, who is rich enough to have his very own P-51, and writes it off as a business expense :-/