Of course there was stuff we didn’t know about the NSX back on those early road based drives, like its rear suspension was set with so much toe it could wear through a set of tyres in 5000 miles flat or less, or that while it was great on the limit it was pretty merciless towards those who strayed beyond.
But to me, it was the future and it gave me one of the drives of my life. Aged 24, I took one across Wales at speeds I shudder to think about today, marvelling at its poise, pressing that extraordinary motor to the limiter in as many gears as I could, realising I was seeing the future.
A few weeks back I drove another old NSX, but this time one right from the other end of production with a 3.2-litre engine, six speed gearbox and ugly Perspex light bubbles. And while most old cars I revisit having tested them when new tend to disappoint, the NSX had lot not one whit of its charm. I was completely besotted.
Of course there are NSXs and there are NSXs. The automatics are to be avoided, not only because the gearbox is awful, but because they came with detuned engines and first generation electric power steering. I’m not sure I’d want a targa-topped NSX either. But a simple, manual NSX coupe? It’s a car I’ve always wanted and, having just driven an all new NSX, never more than now. Prices appear to start at around £30,000 and my bet is they’re only heading one way from there.