Loved the Grand National. Came up against one in a street race. I drove a Pontiac Formula 350. I got smoked. Of course my recently traded Maxima had 300HP and was blisteringly fast compared to most ‘80s sports cars, and would do the speed without killing you. Electronically limited to 132MPH, I got it to 126MPH. One things for sure, the brakes were most definitely NOT built for those speeds. Shit got squirrelly getting it back down to 80MPH.
Roommate had that gen of RX-7. Was a blast to drive.
My HS football coach had a Supra. Used to let me take it, aged 15, to get us gumbo for lunch. Was a mile round-trip but I drove it like I stole it.
HS girlfriend’s Mom has a MR-2. Did 100MPH in it in the neighborhood, like a dumbass kid would. Was fun. Her daughter was more fun but a bit crazy.
Also got to drive the Merkur XR4Ti in college. Liked it but it was weird, but cool too.
College frat brother had the Mustang 5.0. That was a fun ride...in a straight line.
Didn’t see the 928S on the list. Drove one in college, ragged out, as a used car test drive. Was worn out, rattled like a pulpwood truck and didn’t accelerate for shit. But it could take a curve. Took it over the Ouachita River I-20 bridge at 120MPH in traffic. My roommate was laughing his ass off while the Middle Eastern salesman was cursing me furiously in his native tongue from the backseat. Good times.
Still would love to have a Testarossa. The styling is still to die for. Or a Countach. God, what a beast of a machine.
My best friend from college shared his secret to his huge financial success, "I fell out of the right vagina."
"We should just sanction stupidity as our national pastime and be done with it."-TemerityB, WL Asshat