I’ve been around. The actual block. To the extent that when the original Honda NSX was launched I was there. In 1990. Sigh. But you know what? That’s a couple of days I wouldn’t hand back. An all-new, mid-engined supercar from a manufacturer that, while known for all things utterly sensible and reliable on-road, had also powered a series of
Formula One world champions on the track, the greatest — Ayrton Senna — among them. There were surprises at every turn. A striking silhouette with a cockpit modelled on the F-16 jet fighter. Aluminium construction. A three-litre, 270bhp, V6 engine that revved to the sky and sounded like a Welsh male voice choir clearing collective throats. It was special. Special enough, in fact, to best the equivalent Ferrari of the time, the bloated 348.