Dear RX-7, it's Valentine's Day, and we have been once again separated for many months. It's becoming unbearable for me to know that you're parked out in the cold, with nothing but a thin cover to keep you warm. I know that you long for me to jump on board and drive you just the way you want me to, constantly sideways and on the rev-limit. I must assure you that you are still in my heart and that we shall soon be reunited.
I still remember clearly the day that I first saw you. It was a sunny October afternoon, and even though you were far away, with several countries and the sea standing between us, I knew you and I were meant to be. 900 miles (1,448 km) could simply not stand in our way, and I did not care for the scars you bore. I knew that you would blossom once you'd receive my unlimited affection because I had been waiting for more than a decade for us to cross paths.
That first night I saw you outside the hotel, on that small island in the middle of the Mediterranean sea, my heart started racing as it had never done before. I will never forget the first time we were together, your voice still echoes in my heart. I was instantly charmed by your Hiroshima song, which had intertwined with your Amazon-like turbo-flutters.
I felt so nervous when we had left the island together. The storm at sea was viciously rocking the ferry, and I feared that I might lose you before getting to know you better. I shall never forget our two-day trip back home. I was so happy, despite your insatiable thirst for high-octane gas. My heart felt so warm, despite the freezing temperatures and your heating malfunctions. And I remember how many more people smiled whenever they'd see you.
There are so many things that I love about you. Even though you have your flaws, I too have mine, and I feel that we can grow together, despite the neverending string of people that have deemed you to be unfit of my love. I love the timelessness of your body. I love the way your "eyes" light up my road, even though you occasionally don't want to open them up. I love how I feel when I'm sitting behind the wheel. It's as if I'm in my own Blade Runner'esque flying vehicle.
I think I'm desperately in love with you. I have watched every photo and video of us together hundreds of times, and I can never grow tired of the sound you make when I start you up. I know it takes time for you to get heated up, and I hope you can appreciate that I've never pushed you hard before you were ready. You were so ill when we first meet, and I promised I'd take care of you. And you know I've used up all of my savings to have you running healthy and strong.
My dear RX-7, it's almost time for us to be reunited. Your new Adaptronic "brain" will make you more clever than ever. Your new turbo will help you spin your tires all the way up to third gear once again. I'm even giving you new shoes this Valentine's Day, and I promise you will have more grip than ever before with your new semi-slicks. I know your drinking problems will never go away, and that I've only made it worse by giving you a bigger fuel pump, but I can't wait for us to be happy once again.
I know that you've got heart problems, just like all the 'girls' in your line, and if one day your heart should fail, I will still not abandon you. The doctor that introduced me to you will help me bring you back to life, and I promise you that after the street porting operation and larger turbo, you'll be stronger than ever. And if I shall ever be forced by the government to stop feeding you gas, I promise we'll find an electric stimulator for you, so that we can continue flying low for many years to come.
PS: I'm sorry for that one night stand with Mike's FD, even though she's younger and more powerful than you are, I would never give up on you for the Series 6. But if you wouldn't mind sharing me, I may one day bring one home for you to spend time with too. Oh, and don't worry about the bikes either, you're in a league of your own!
That first night I saw you outside the hotel, on that small island in the middle of the Mediterranean sea, my heart started racing as it had never done before. I will never forget the first time we were together, your voice still echoes in my heart. I was instantly charmed by your Hiroshima song, which had intertwined with your Amazon-like turbo-flutters.
I felt so nervous when we had left the island together. The storm at sea was viciously rocking the ferry, and I feared that I might lose you before getting to know you better. I shall never forget our two-day trip back home. I was so happy, despite your insatiable thirst for high-octane gas. My heart felt so warm, despite the freezing temperatures and your heating malfunctions. And I remember how many more people smiled whenever they'd see you.
I think I'm desperately in love with you. I have watched every photo and video of us together hundreds of times, and I can never grow tired of the sound you make when I start you up. I know it takes time for you to get heated up, and I hope you can appreciate that I've never pushed you hard before you were ready. You were so ill when we first meet, and I promised I'd take care of you. And you know I've used up all of my savings to have you running healthy and strong.
My dear RX-7, it's almost time for us to be reunited. Your new Adaptronic "brain" will make you more clever than ever. Your new turbo will help you spin your tires all the way up to third gear once again. I'm even giving you new shoes this Valentine's Day, and I promise you will have more grip than ever before with your new semi-slicks. I know your drinking problems will never go away, and that I've only made it worse by giving you a bigger fuel pump, but I can't wait for us to be happy once again.
PS: I'm sorry for that one night stand with Mike's FD, even though she's younger and more powerful than you are, I would never give up on you for the Series 6. But if you wouldn't mind sharing me, I may one day bring one home for you to spend time with too. Oh, and don't worry about the bikes either, you're in a league of your own!