There is a guy in my apartment complex who has an old beatup silver Firebird car. Ugly POS car.
Every morning around 6:00 or 6:30 he crankes it up.
*** CRANKING ENGINE ***
ROOOOOOOM... Roooooooooom.... ROOOOOOOOOM.... Roooooom... ROOOOOOOM... Roooooooooom.... ROOOOOOOOOM.... Roooooom... *** Sputter ***
*** CRANKING ENGINE ***
ROOOOOOOM... Roooooooooom.... ROOOOOOOOOM.... Roooooom... ROOOOOOOM... Roooooooooom.... ROOOOOOOOOM.... Roooooom... *** Sputter ***
*** CRANKING ENGINE ***
ROOOOOOOM... Roooooooooom.... ROOOOOOOOOM.... Roooooom... ROOOOOOOM... Roooooooooom.... ROOOOOOOOOM.... Roooooom... *** Sputter ***
He goes on and on like that for several minutes as he tries to prevent his POS from stalling. He usually ends up having to restart it a few times and then rev it again before it will keep running.
It sounds like the engine is shot and it has no muffler, so the sound is horrific and is able to wake me up EVERY friggin morning.