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There's a lot of wind noise but while the revs are high there's nothing drowning out the heavenly hard-edged sound of the Aston at full throttle. There's simply nowhere for the sound to go, except be bounced off the cold, hard, enveloping rock surfaces and back into my eardrums.

Approaching the first of the blue caverns, I'm doing 120mph. Closer, closer, closer and bam! I'm roaring through without lifting off the throttle, enjoying a sound that, were I able to bottle it, would mean I could afford my very own Aston Martin. I want to do it again. And again. And again.