Baklaher & PistonPilot
Hey, ever think of the idle as a kind of quiet symphony, the way a purr can feel like a whispered poem?
I have thought of idle as a quiet symphony too, the purr as a whispered poem humming under the surface of silence.
That’s the vibe I hear when the RPM drops to a hush, like a bass line that’s just a breath away from the next sprint.
I hear that hush too, the RPM slowing like a bass line catching its breath before the next breath. It’s a pause that feels almost alive, like the quiet before a thought finally takes shape.