Boring.
There's something viscerally exciting about a reciprocating engine - the sound, the smell, the vibration, the brutishness of it.
I once got a ride in a P-51. There's just something indescribable about that V12 Merlin catching, and then digging in when the throttle is opened wide.
There's a reason for the title of this book: "Sigh for a Merlin".