Down in Tacoma, where I grew up, nestled in my parent’s garage in a sleepy neighborhood, is the project car I have been working on for the better part of the past five years. Relegated to use only on the racetrack, this car, Luna, waits out her winters in the garage, slumber punctuated by bouts of motivation on my part to make much-needed improvements or do regular maintenance. This soundscape is the first start-up after months of rest, a cacophony signaling better things to come.