Okay, so I was looking around and cleaning the garage, and the NSX was sitting there, and I really started thinking, 'Damn...I have had an NSX for over half of my life,' and I started to reflect on how much of an impact the NSX has had on me.
I remember back in 1991 when I was all of 15 years old and Fort Wayne Acura had a Formula Red and Berlina Black NSX that they would move onto the front grass in front of the dealership every morning. With the slope of the grass, you could see the beautiful aluminum suspension, and the cars were my obsession. I would drive there at night, turn on the high beams in my 1990 Honda Accord EX and hope the light shined bright enough through the service bay doors for me to see the shape of the NSXs in there over night.
Then in 1992 they had an amazing Grand Prix White NSX at the Indianapolis Auto Show, and I swore then and there that if I ever owned one I would drive it every day, but I thought that there was no way in hell that I would ever be able to afford such an amazing machine. It was perfect, and I wanted one.
Over the next couple of years I gathered every piece of NSX info that I could find, and dreamed of ever just sitting in one. Then, at 17, I got at job washing cars at Acura just to be close the NSXs that would come in every few months. Eventually all of the NSX owners knew me, and requested that I was the only one to touch their cars when cleaning them. Finally my chance to drive one came when I had to bribe the Service Manager by giving him $50 and a case of beer to pick up an NSX from the body shop and drive it back to the dealership so that I could experience heaven. I can still tell you where that car is today, because I have kept track of the car that changed my life.
Hearing that motor. Feeling that steering. Sitting in those seats. Feeling like I was 10 steps closer to heaven by simply driving that wonderful car. Everything was in that first drive. The sound of the VTEC....oh that sound. It was game over at that point. I was in love.
A year later, as chance would have it, I would meet my 'surrogate family' and I would suddenly be using a 1992 Sebring Silver NSX as my daily driver.
Being behind the wheel of a car you never thought you would experience, and then having that car be your daily driver, is proof to me that God exists in some form. That car was a part of me. People started identifying NSX with me, and I was okay with that. I was 18 years old, and NONE of my friends had a car as cool as the NSX. I loved that car so much. Whenever a girl would break up with me, or my family would do something that made me want to disappear, I would go drive the NSX. The car made me whole again.
As I got older the NSX got traded for a 911 Carrera 4 Cabriolet (NOT my choice), and I had to get another one. I was going to Chicago a lot at the time, so I purchased a 1991 NSX with an automatic transmission. Happy to have the car, but the auto trans killed it for me. However, anyone that has spent more than a day in Chicago will tell you that an automatic transmission just makes sense.
Years passed, I stopped having to go to Chicago as much, and I bought another NSX to go with it. I bought my 1994 Grand Prix White NSX with a manual transmission. I went through some serious shit during that time in my life. My parents got divorced, I was totally screwed over by other family members, and I considered just checking out and not living anymore. But no matter what, when I hit my low, my NSX was there. I would fire up the motor and just smile and drive. Drive to Florida, North Carolina, Chicago....wherever....and everything was better. At some point I sold the 1991 NSX, after having two NSXs for about 8 years, and the 1994 became my baby. I would not sell this car for the world. Even with almost 180,000 miles I have had offers on my car of $35k up until this past May because it is so nice, but I will not sell it. My statement to friends is that, 'If you see this NSX for sale, it means that I am dead,' and that is a serious statement. I love this car. It has been a part of my life in so many ways. Track days all over the country. Concerts with people standing on the roof. Hauling mulch. Hauling mowers. Daily driver in snow storms and blizzards. This car has never let me down. It has been more reliable than my family and friends.
Why am I writing this? Because it is important for people to know that for some of us this is not 'just a car'. It is a way of life. It is a state of mind. It is joy. It IS life. Without the NSX in my life, I can honestly say that my life would not have been anywhere near as fulfilling. It has been my best friend and my escape. For some of us the NSX is what life is about. It is my escape from all that haunts me. Some day I hope to pass the car to my daughter and have her appreciate it, and the joy it brings. Another generation of NSX fan. Another generation able to escape the pressures of life.
I remember back in 1991 when I was all of 15 years old and Fort Wayne Acura had a Formula Red and Berlina Black NSX that they would move onto the front grass in front of the dealership every morning. With the slope of the grass, you could see the beautiful aluminum suspension, and the cars were my obsession. I would drive there at night, turn on the high beams in my 1990 Honda Accord EX and hope the light shined bright enough through the service bay doors for me to see the shape of the NSXs in there over night.
Then in 1992 they had an amazing Grand Prix White NSX at the Indianapolis Auto Show, and I swore then and there that if I ever owned one I would drive it every day, but I thought that there was no way in hell that I would ever be able to afford such an amazing machine. It was perfect, and I wanted one.
Over the next couple of years I gathered every piece of NSX info that I could find, and dreamed of ever just sitting in one. Then, at 17, I got at job washing cars at Acura just to be close the NSXs that would come in every few months. Eventually all of the NSX owners knew me, and requested that I was the only one to touch their cars when cleaning them. Finally my chance to drive one came when I had to bribe the Service Manager by giving him $50 and a case of beer to pick up an NSX from the body shop and drive it back to the dealership so that I could experience heaven. I can still tell you where that car is today, because I have kept track of the car that changed my life.
Hearing that motor. Feeling that steering. Sitting in those seats. Feeling like I was 10 steps closer to heaven by simply driving that wonderful car. Everything was in that first drive. The sound of the VTEC....oh that sound. It was game over at that point. I was in love.
A year later, as chance would have it, I would meet my 'surrogate family' and I would suddenly be using a 1992 Sebring Silver NSX as my daily driver.
Being behind the wheel of a car you never thought you would experience, and then having that car be your daily driver, is proof to me that God exists in some form. That car was a part of me. People started identifying NSX with me, and I was okay with that. I was 18 years old, and NONE of my friends had a car as cool as the NSX. I loved that car so much. Whenever a girl would break up with me, or my family would do something that made me want to disappear, I would go drive the NSX. The car made me whole again.
As I got older the NSX got traded for a 911 Carrera 4 Cabriolet (NOT my choice), and I had to get another one. I was going to Chicago a lot at the time, so I purchased a 1991 NSX with an automatic transmission. Happy to have the car, but the auto trans killed it for me. However, anyone that has spent more than a day in Chicago will tell you that an automatic transmission just makes sense.
Years passed, I stopped having to go to Chicago as much, and I bought another NSX to go with it. I bought my 1994 Grand Prix White NSX with a manual transmission. I went through some serious shit during that time in my life. My parents got divorced, I was totally screwed over by other family members, and I considered just checking out and not living anymore. But no matter what, when I hit my low, my NSX was there. I would fire up the motor and just smile and drive. Drive to Florida, North Carolina, Chicago....wherever....and everything was better. At some point I sold the 1991 NSX, after having two NSXs for about 8 years, and the 1994 became my baby. I would not sell this car for the world. Even with almost 180,000 miles I have had offers on my car of $35k up until this past May because it is so nice, but I will not sell it. My statement to friends is that, 'If you see this NSX for sale, it means that I am dead,' and that is a serious statement. I love this car. It has been a part of my life in so many ways. Track days all over the country. Concerts with people standing on the roof. Hauling mulch. Hauling mowers. Daily driver in snow storms and blizzards. This car has never let me down. It has been more reliable than my family and friends.
Why am I writing this? Because it is important for people to know that for some of us this is not 'just a car'. It is a way of life. It is a state of mind. It is joy. It IS life. Without the NSX in my life, I can honestly say that my life would not have been anywhere near as fulfilling. It has been my best friend and my escape. For some of us the NSX is what life is about. It is my escape from all that haunts me. Some day I hope to pass the car to my daughter and have her appreciate it, and the joy it brings. Another generation of NSX fan. Another generation able to escape the pressures of life.
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