R | 2h | Drama, Music | 4 December 2020 (USA) I love the sound of metal. That is, the unmuffled rumble of V-8 and V-twin engines of American muscle cars and Harley-Davidson motorcycles, respectively. I own a bike of significant loudness. I also used to drum in a rock band. I sometimes worry about … my ears. Early in my riding career, like an addict needing a stronger fix, I took the baffles out of my exhaust pipes. Crossing Manhattan’s George Washington Bridge at rush hour was an immediate, literal power trip. When cars and trucks hear that infernal din encroaching on their six o’clock, they part like the Red Sea—you sail through an hour’s worth of traffic jam in ten minutes. It’s like having Thor’s hammer connected to your throttle hand. Loudness is power; power is addictive. After a month of that, even with earplugs, my ears started …