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DEAR PERSON WHO doesn’t have an NSX yet but will someday:
As you undoubtedly have already surmised, the NSX is a gorgeous car. Great design, among other things, has made you to want it, which in turn has led you here. But perhaps you haven’t prepared yourself for the degree of public approbation you will encounter when you have the car at last.
It comes at you at odd times and when you least expect it, but it comes steadily: you will be approached by complete strangers with complements, and questions; guys love the car but there will be women with enough curiosity to strike up a conversation; passers-by will give you thumbs-up; other drivers will race to catch up just to snap a cell-phone picture; drivers of truly expensive, ultra-high performance machines will chat you up at the gas station.
This is the adoration response, which seems to be triggered by the MR layout of the car, and aided by tasteful design.
Think of it this way: this must be what it is like to be attractive. Or to be more concise: you are driving the automotive equivalent of a svelte, big-boobed, green-eyed blonde. The NSX closely resembles what many people want when they envision themselves in a fantasy-mobile, zipping down the highway, carefree, wind in their hair.
The car is 17 years old and people still love it, and I don’t see that changing unless the next Corvette has the engine in the middle, thereby cheapening the whole mid-engine layout.
You won’t be mobbed, future owner. But the love comes steadily, day after day, year after year.
Get ready.
As you undoubtedly have already surmised, the NSX is a gorgeous car. Great design, among other things, has made you to want it, which in turn has led you here. But perhaps you haven’t prepared yourself for the degree of public approbation you will encounter when you have the car at last.
It comes at you at odd times and when you least expect it, but it comes steadily: you will be approached by complete strangers with complements, and questions; guys love the car but there will be women with enough curiosity to strike up a conversation; passers-by will give you thumbs-up; other drivers will race to catch up just to snap a cell-phone picture; drivers of truly expensive, ultra-high performance machines will chat you up at the gas station.
This is the adoration response, which seems to be triggered by the MR layout of the car, and aided by tasteful design.
Think of it this way: this must be what it is like to be attractive. Or to be more concise: you are driving the automotive equivalent of a svelte, big-boobed, green-eyed blonde. The NSX closely resembles what many people want when they envision themselves in a fantasy-mobile, zipping down the highway, carefree, wind in their hair.
The car is 17 years old and people still love it, and I don’t see that changing unless the next Corvette has the engine in the middle, thereby cheapening the whole mid-engine layout.
You won’t be mobbed, future owner. But the love comes steadily, day after day, year after year.
Get ready.
