I love mechanical hard drives. Cheap, high capacity storage for data that doesn't been frequent access. Not only that, but they're a technological miracle. The read/write head controls the data with magnets. It's less than the length of a strand of DNA away from the platters without ever touching, iirc.
The clicking noise is comforting for me. I understand the focus on silence, but something about hearing an HDD clicking is like witnessing magic.
One time, I took one out of an old laptop that had already been cleared of important data. I got a screwdriver and a cable, plugged the HDD in externally, and opened it up while making it move some random massive files around. Watching it work was the highlight of my week.
Maybe I'm weird. Yeah, probably.