It includes diverse terrain and a climate that gets more than its fair share of cool Pacific air and moist bone-chilling fog, the kind of weather that inspired Mark Twain to whine about summers in San Francisco.
Since the cars are high performance machines, you'll hear them whine to a crescendo, then pop the exhaust as if it's backfiring.
Changelings whine and screech and consistently irritate their human families, and they have an appetite that can't be satisfied.
On the track, you'll feel every bump and dip in the road and hear every whine to your engine and each tire rolling on the road.
The short bark that is almost a whine means "Hey, I have to relieve myself right now!"