The Jazz of Starlight
The Jazz of Starlight I. The engine sang. Not metaphorically—I can swear to that on my mother's grave. It was a V8, a Ford Model T block that I had modified with custom camshafts and a dual-ignition system of my own design, and when it ran at full throttle, it produced a tone that was unmistakably musical. A sustained B-flat, rich and resonant, with overtones that made the chrome on the...
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