I think I am going to weigh in here… I’m the guy that is in the process of selling the Black ’91 NSX with 32,900 miles that everyone is raving about over on the buy/sell forum calling me crazy and congratulating “FastRunner” for his great purchase.
I bought my NSX back in 1991 as the original owner. It has been a fabulous car. I love cars, and it has been a joy to own the car that is so phenomenal that many other manufacturers aspire to copy it. Whenever I would take my 14 year-old car out, it would still turn heads in snobbish Beverly Hills or West Los Angeles… and that is amazing.
I work in the film business making television commercials, specializing in car commercials. I have even shot national TV commercials for the NSX, twice in fact. You can see them on my web site, go to:
http://www.wfb4.com and click on the “Demo Reel” link. When we shoot these various commercials, we hire professional racecar drivers to drive for us. You have not lived until you have done several smokin’ miles along Highway 1 in Big Sur, with Rod Millen driving, engine howling, all four wheels drifting, 1’000 feet of cliff to the crashing waves. Steering with the throttle along the cliff edge… What cliff? “I think ‘kin take this guy in front if you like,” he says politely in his NZ accent, downshifting and slamming the camera against my face again. Yes, a thrill.
In the early days, when the car was very rare, I was stopped 5 separate times for speeding by the police, once for blasting past the CHP at 130 mph when he was running to an incident at 80. In every case except one, I didn’t get a ticket… they just wanted to know what it was and to see the engine! The one time I got nailed was along the Pacific Coast Highway, south of Point Dume, where I blasted past the parked sherrif at 80, and when I saw him pull out from the side of the road as I crested the next hill I slowly eased it up to 110. (You all know, the car really doesn’t get into its “element” until past 100.) He didn’t’ even catch up until miles later at Peperdine above Malibu where the traffic got heavy, where he said, “You know, I was doing 80, and I couldn’t even see you.” I didn’t want to explain the physics to him… and took the only ticket I ever got in the car.
Yes, it is and has been an amazing car, but I too realized that it was such an amazing car that I did not want to see it torn up in the day to day traffic we have here in Los Angeles. So I began to drive it less and less, and when I did, I was terrified of the guy in the Buick T-boning me at some intersection, or whacking their door into mine in the microscopic slots they call parking spaces around here.
It had been sitting in my garage so much that I finally decided it made more sense to sell it. Why let it depreciate even more? Maybe someone else would enjoy it.
People who know I have the car constantly ask me why I don’t drive it more. Well… I own an airplane… a very beautiful 1988 Beechcraft Bonanza A-36. When I have weekends free, or want to escape for 4 or 5 days, I drive my Ford Explorer (very utilitarian, don’t care if it gets dinged, or plowed into) over to the airport and blast off for Cabo San Lucas, or wherever at a legal 200 mph. That’s where my fun is. It’s a different addiction, but you guys can understand.
So will I miss the car? Absolutely, but why own it if I never use it? Sounds strange to some of you guys who are serious enthusiasts, but from reading this thread, I realize that I am not alone in my feelings.
Cheers, and enjoy what you do,
Bill Bennett, ASC
Los Angeles, CA