"The NSX is a totally different story altogether, and no, it does not involve paragliding midgets or topless Swedish bikini girls serving free booze. That would be wrong. Now, I don't know about you, but sitting inside of an NSX for the first time is like, well, doing it for the first time. Your palms get sweaty, and your stomach cramps up before you touch anything. Beads of sweat drip from your forehead, and when someone asks, Are you ready to go all the way? Your voice cracks like a young schoolboy who's obviously never done this sort of thing before. That, my friends, is what it feels like when you're just getting into an NSX. After you turn the ignition on and punch the gas, only then will you feel like a true man (or woman). In my case, I grew facial hair.
From that point on, it was truly evident that I was a complete moron (amongst the other names that people call me) for not driving one of these babies sooner. It was extremely hard to resist the temptation to pull up next to another high-dollar sports car, smile, and drive off laughing. The babes winked, little kids gave me the thumbs-up, and corporate yuppies winced with jealousy. Somehow the three letters on the back of my car (N-S-X) looked way better than the letters on theirs (P-O-S). I drove modestly for the average Joe but like a madman for the physically sick. My running nose couldn't stop me from enjoying all 290 horses for one second. The sweet sound that the 3.2L V-6 engine produces is pure harmony and trance-inducing. It's a sound you never forget, and one that you never want to stop."
- From one of those car mags.
