Tonight I was home washing my car and thinking about how much I truly enjoy the NSX. Not only the driving and owning it, but also the cleaning and maintaining of the cars beauty. It is kind of funny how the car gets under your skin in such a positive way where it almost knows how to heal you. By this I mean that the NSX, and least for me, seems to know when I am hurting or stressed and it says to me, 'Hop in...lets go for a little drive.'
Tonight was one of those night, those wonderful spring and summer nights that I dream about all year long. The weather was warm, slightly humid, but not enough to be uncomfortable. A slight breeze rustled through some freshly trimmed pine and oak trees in the yard, and my gleaming white NSX sat silently and patiently in the driveway. Lately things have been a little crazy for my family and I with schedules seeming to be filled beyond our capacity to complete all that we need done, yet at the end of the day everything seems to have settled in to an organized chaos.
Most of these days I just try and breathe and feel lucky for the gifts that I have been blessed with, like a wonderful wife, a loving family, and the good fortune to own one of the most wonderful cars in the entire world....my baby NSX. Today was a bit different though, as it seemed that my stress level was a bit higher than normal, and I had even more of a need to want to run out into an open wheat field and yell at the top of my lungs as the world around me just went its own way....you know, the times when you just want to be alone to blow off the steam that has built up inside.
Well, with the absence of a wheat field (hey, just because I am in Indiana does not mean I have my own field) I found myself milling around the house eating Oreo Double Stuf cookies and generally feeling like I could not breathe. Sitting there in front of the television I decided that something needed to be done to shake this almost magnetic funk that I was in, and that was when I heard it. 'Hey, Mitch....I am out here in the driveway, lets go for a little spin just you and I,' the voice rang out. Looking around to see if anyone else heard it it appeared that it was a voice from my head, but it was a familiar one. Almost without thought I found myself strolling to the kitchen and grabbing the shiny silver NSX key off of the counter and walking towards the garage door leading to the driveway. My wife being the wonderfully sweet and understanding person that she is knew that the look in my eye meant I was going to the NSX....without me saying anything she just rubbed my back and said, 'Have a good drive....do not stay out too late,' and I was off.
Opening the drivers side door and sliding into the Sparco racing seats it was like the car was giving me a hug and saying, ' Do not worry. Everything will be okay, just leave it to me,' and I instantly felt at ease. Before long I had fired up the engine and the Taitec ehxaust was humming along smoothly letting out a subtle, deep, throaty, burble as I shifted through the jewl of a gearbox. With the windows down and a warm spring breeze coming through it was like life was back in balance again. Zipping along the expressway and through town I was on top of the world knowing that nothing could ruin my mood now. Even when I pulled up to a stoplight and some kids in a local parking lot yelled, 'Do a smoky burn out or something cool!! Drift or something, we like your car,' I just smiled and said, 'Nope. Just because my car is Japanese does not mean I am a ricer,' and smiled to myself. They continued to chide with, 'Come on..we like your car, you have to do something,' to which I said, 'Actually...the beauty of this is that I do not have to do anything,' and I motored off sedately as the light turned green.
Glancing down at my odometer I noticed that what was going to be a short 10 mile drive was now getting ready to eclipse 50 miles and I was happy for every bit of it. I did not have a care in the world....it was just my car and I....the wonderful machine and friend that is my NSX. I do not think I ever went over 75-80 mph but I felt refreshed. I love my car and the fact that it can heal my soul in such a way. No other car that I have owned has been able to do what the NSX can. Thank you Acura....thank you Senna....thank you Soichiro Honda for having the dream and going after it....and thank you most of all to whoever it was up there that gave me the wonderful blessings that I have today. Just knowing that every day I get to drive one of the most exotic and finely tuned cars in the world is a gift all its own. Those of you with an NSX just sitting quietly in your garage....quit reading this thread and go for a drive. Your NSX probably misses you by now.
Tonight was one of those night, those wonderful spring and summer nights that I dream about all year long. The weather was warm, slightly humid, but not enough to be uncomfortable. A slight breeze rustled through some freshly trimmed pine and oak trees in the yard, and my gleaming white NSX sat silently and patiently in the driveway. Lately things have been a little crazy for my family and I with schedules seeming to be filled beyond our capacity to complete all that we need done, yet at the end of the day everything seems to have settled in to an organized chaos.
Most of these days I just try and breathe and feel lucky for the gifts that I have been blessed with, like a wonderful wife, a loving family, and the good fortune to own one of the most wonderful cars in the entire world....my baby NSX. Today was a bit different though, as it seemed that my stress level was a bit higher than normal, and I had even more of a need to want to run out into an open wheat field and yell at the top of my lungs as the world around me just went its own way....you know, the times when you just want to be alone to blow off the steam that has built up inside.
Well, with the absence of a wheat field (hey, just because I am in Indiana does not mean I have my own field) I found myself milling around the house eating Oreo Double Stuf cookies and generally feeling like I could not breathe. Sitting there in front of the television I decided that something needed to be done to shake this almost magnetic funk that I was in, and that was when I heard it. 'Hey, Mitch....I am out here in the driveway, lets go for a little spin just you and I,' the voice rang out. Looking around to see if anyone else heard it it appeared that it was a voice from my head, but it was a familiar one. Almost without thought I found myself strolling to the kitchen and grabbing the shiny silver NSX key off of the counter and walking towards the garage door leading to the driveway. My wife being the wonderfully sweet and understanding person that she is knew that the look in my eye meant I was going to the NSX....without me saying anything she just rubbed my back and said, 'Have a good drive....do not stay out too late,' and I was off.
Opening the drivers side door and sliding into the Sparco racing seats it was like the car was giving me a hug and saying, ' Do not worry. Everything will be okay, just leave it to me,' and I instantly felt at ease. Before long I had fired up the engine and the Taitec ehxaust was humming along smoothly letting out a subtle, deep, throaty, burble as I shifted through the jewl of a gearbox. With the windows down and a warm spring breeze coming through it was like life was back in balance again. Zipping along the expressway and through town I was on top of the world knowing that nothing could ruin my mood now. Even when I pulled up to a stoplight and some kids in a local parking lot yelled, 'Do a smoky burn out or something cool!! Drift or something, we like your car,' I just smiled and said, 'Nope. Just because my car is Japanese does not mean I am a ricer,' and smiled to myself. They continued to chide with, 'Come on..we like your car, you have to do something,' to which I said, 'Actually...the beauty of this is that I do not have to do anything,' and I motored off sedately as the light turned green.
Glancing down at my odometer I noticed that what was going to be a short 10 mile drive was now getting ready to eclipse 50 miles and I was happy for every bit of it. I did not have a care in the world....it was just my car and I....the wonderful machine and friend that is my NSX. I do not think I ever went over 75-80 mph but I felt refreshed. I love my car and the fact that it can heal my soul in such a way. No other car that I have owned has been able to do what the NSX can. Thank you Acura....thank you Senna....thank you Soichiro Honda for having the dream and going after it....and thank you most of all to whoever it was up there that gave me the wonderful blessings that I have today. Just knowing that every day I get to drive one of the most exotic and finely tuned cars in the world is a gift all its own. Those of you with an NSX just sitting quietly in your garage....quit reading this thread and go for a drive. Your NSX probably misses you by now.
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