whoosh

“I feel like I have a natural tendency to poke people at regular intervals with something surprising, a sound they hadn’t expected, like ‘whoosh,’ or an image that they hadn’t ever conjured before.”

Skate dads in L.A. will yell unintelligibly at you as they whoosh by, and when you don’t respond they’ll spend the rest of the session snaking you at every turn.

The car in hand—the Karma Revero, a plug-in hybrid luxury GT, built in Riverside County, Calif.—surged beneath me, producing an otherworldly whooshing as it did.

The commotion and noise are unnerving; cars speed by so close you can feel whooshes as they pass.

As they sweep past, their beating wings whoosh in unison.