I don't have extreme reactions (NT with average hearing), but the loud staccato engines that some stuck-in-the-70s losers pound their way through neighborhoods and commercial districts in are physically irritating to me and emotionally infuriating. Yes, it's a free country, blah, blah, but there's absolutely no need for them in such places. Even the massive 18-wheelers, snow plows, dump trucks and so on are less annoying and unpleasant to me, and they actually do the community some good.
On the other hand, the smoother, deeper rumble of an airplane, military jet engine, or space shuttle--from a safe distance or via TV--does something to me that I can't quite explain. I suppose those sounds appeal to me because of the pleasant associations I have with them (those F-18s aren't gunning for me!) but there's also something about the physical sensation that is...sultry? Of course, I know that if I were hyper-sensitive, it might very well be torture, so I'm thankful that I can smile back at my husband as our plane gains altitude, cuz we're both feeling that subtle thrill.
Over the years, I've become more and more aware of the effect different sounds, including natural ones, have on me at certain times, and have become more mindful of how and when I might benefit from certain sounds and certain sorts of quietude. It's nice to be able to control some aspects of my day with, say, a great song or a quiet ride home.....until that b@$+@~& in the greased-up tar grinder shatters it all. 