Today I showed a poser what a TRUE sports car can do

It started at a local Denny’s car meet. I was standing there with my prized possession, a 1995 Mazda Miata with manuelle, when a stranger approached me asking to race. He motioned to his car, the new A90 “supra” (more like BMW trash amirite) and of course worst of all it only came with an autotragic.

I knew I couldn’t let this fool continue to tarnish the name of the legendary 1000hp MKIV Supra so I accepted and we lined our cars up at the stoplight. Immediately off the line he was embarrassed, the level of engagement my manuelle provided me allowed me to instantly blast off the line, my 128 horses roaring with the sound of unmatched Japanese engineering. Soon however he began to catch up, luckily for me though he was racing in my domain, the twisties. With literally no body roll I begin blasting through the corners, with each shift I can feel my driver engagement growing stronger, I can feel the spirit of Jujiro Matsuda inhabiting my body as my speed increases. 90mph, 100mph, 130 mph, 180 mph, there was no limit for me as I flung myself (at this point the car and I are one) through the corners, the pop-up headlights providing me with unmatched aerodynamics, the lowest drag co-efficient ever achieved on any car.

I look in my rearview mirror, the BMW Supra’s electronic nannies literally throwing the car side to side, making it impossible for him to drive. Eventually, I watch his lane keep assist literally throw his car off the road as he tumbles down the hill ending in a fiery explosion. A fate deserving for those who would dare tarnish a JDM legend like the MKIV Supra.

I pull into the Denny’s parking lot. I stay silent, the crowd knew from the beginning that there could only be one outcome. Let this be a lesson to those who dare question the power of a manuelle NA Miata.