One nice day, cruising down the coast in my “94 FD Series 6 RX-7, quite a bit decked out, I happened to stop at a set of lights. The coincidence about that, was that I stopped right next to a “95 Supra.

He gave me a weird look, and I gave him the nod. He showed his off, I showed mine off – ahh, the sweet, angry howl of a tuned rotary, gotta love it – and the lights went green. He never had a chance. He put his foot down, I put my foot down, got slammed further and further into the seat. But when I looked in the rear view mirror, he was about half a mile back. Bet he wishes he never challenged me. Cos me and my RX-7 aren’t to be contended with.


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