As a child, my father’s shed-bound 1980 Rx-7 was my favorite reading/napping/pretending place on the farm. I was only able to see it run once, which furthered its already-massive air of mysticism.
In 2012, I found an opportunity to finally drive (and write about) a similar car.
This is a 1983 Series 2 and it was like nothing else I’ve ever driven.
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