Throughout the life of some cars, popularity, performance, cultural relevance, and price can move around as the automotive landscape shifts. This means there’s always a point when cars hit the bottom of their deprecation curve — when they become the most affordable. For most ordinary cars, like the Ford Tempo from earlier in the week, prices drop fairly quickly, hover just above scrap value for a few decades, then see a modest rise as nice examples become historical curiosities and car-show fodder.
Then there are those rare legendary cars who never really fall off that pedestal. They may get outshined by the newer shinier models, but not for very long. After enough time has passed, they shine even brighter. Those characteristics that the newer models, at the time, seemed to improve upon often become these legends’ most prized assets. Many of these vehicles become bargains at some point, briefly, before their prices take a meteoric rise into unaffordability. It seems every enthusiast has one of these cars in their past that got away from them.
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Somehow I lucked out and was able to buy and own a car that was and continues to be legendary: the 1st generation Acura NSX. Was it a low mileage example purchased through some boutique exotic car broker? Nope, this baby had over 160k miles on her, purchased off a buy-now-pay-later car lot and discovered through the illustrious “Nice Price or Crack Pipe” column at Jalopnik. This bedroom poster car cost me the princely sum of $25k, about the price of a newer Honda Civic.
Of course I did the smart thing and bought it sight unseen along with a one way plane ticket, picked it up and drove it across the country. Did I make it home in one piece? Is buying a high mileage exotic car a terrible idea, or did the Honda live up to its reputation? Can money, specifically $25k worth of money, buy happiness? Read on to find out.
New Sports eXperimental
So much ink has been spilled on the NSX that it really needs no introduction. Long story short, Honda revolutionized the supercar game with the aluminum-bodied NSX. In the ‘60s, ’70s, and ‘80s, many supercars got by on raw power and a generous dose of sex appeal. Things like build quality, reliability, ergonomics, and finesse were considered an afterthought. You’d have to do a mild contortionist act to clamber into a cabin whose build quality was just a few notches above a kit car. You may have a tiny pedal box shifted to one side, with the steering column pointing out from another; apparently designed for tiny sclerotic Italians.
To hit 50 thousand miles your supercar probably needed at least one “engine out” service where the specialist mechanics also removed an arm and a leg. This was just considered part of the territory.
Honda came out of nowhere with the NSX in 1990. Here was a car with exotic looks and performance with the legendary reliability Honda was renowned for. A normal-sized human could sit in and operate the thing comfortably. It could be serviced at any one of the thousands of Honda dealers across the country. It also had Ayrton Senna’s approval. A similar vintage Ferrari or Lamborghini hitting 160k miles was pretty much unheard of. This pushed the competition to step up their game.
I Wasn’t Doing Great
I think it’s important to establish where I was at mentally when I made this purchase. I was definitely at a low point in my life. I had just gotten divorced. It was amicable but still a very sad situation. We sold our house and I was renting a small two-bedroom place right next to a train crossing by 9 mile road just north of Detroit. I was diagnosed with severe depression and spent my evenings drinking and smoking too much while watching Norm McDonald Live on YouTube. I’d stumble up the narrow wooden steps and go to bed, only to be woken up every morning at 2:30 AM as the sadistic train conductor laid on his horn for 30 seconds as the locomotive rolled through my backyard. It was not a great time.
My automotive fleet was in similar shape. My daily driver was a manual E39 528it wagon with over 200k miles under its belt. Being an E39, it was fantastic and crappy at the same time. The brittle plastic nest of evap and emissions system hoses was crumbling, as were many of the suspension bushings that I later had to replace. I rebuilt the VANOs system, changed wheel bearings, had a spark plug yeet itself into the ignition coil, which promptly melted. At one point I was starting it with a screwdriver instead of a key.
I had a 300,000 mile E30 whose engine I removed to swap in a Ford 5.0L I’d purchased out of a junked Explorer. I realized later the BMW’s body was so compromised that the V8’s prodigious torque would’ve ripped the axle from its moorings in a cloud of rust flakes. There was also a non running 1957 Lincoln Premiere parked behind my friend’s hot glass studio. This would eventually be sold over FaceTime to a guy in Quatar of all places.
Nice Price, No Crack Pipe
So obviously adding a high-mileage 90’s super car to this lovely fleet made perfect sense. I remember, during my morning ritual of reading the old lighting site, I opened the Nice Price or Crack Pipe column and saw my dream car staring back at me. A gorgeous Brooklands Green 1994 NSX with newly recovered tan leather seats; it was irresistible. I had a little bit of money from selling the house and needed a more reliable car — a Honda with 160k miles is just broken in! $25k isn’t an insignificant amount of money, but it was still cheaper than a new VW Golf. The logic totally checks out.
The article’s commenters noted a hit on the CarFax for a “low speed accident.” I called the dealer to investigate. The salesman who answered seemed slightly bewildered. This was a small lot with maybe 20 cars, and they’d been getting inundated with calls since the article was published. I convinced him I was serious enough, so he emailed me scans of the service receipts. The same shop had been working on the car for the past 10 years so I gave them a call. The mechanic instantly knew what car I was talking about and had good things to say. Apparently one of the techs accidentally backed into the NSX while it was parked in their garage, which explained the ding on the CarFax. At that point I was sold. I sent a deposit to the dealer and booked a one way ticket to Greensboro, North Carolina.
I remember my anxiety rising as I got off the plane and hailed a taxi to the dealership. I was 700 miles away from home with no real backup plan. Sure it’s a Honda, but it’s also a supercar. I plotted a route home that took full advantage of the fantastic roads in the area. If I broke down on some remote mountain road I’d be SOL.
Besides my childhood bedroom poster, I had seen maybe one NSX in person in my life before I got out of the taxi at the dealership. When I saw it parked among the smattering of normal used cars, it was surreal. The low slung body that still looks modern today, super wide tires and the signature light bar beneath its subtle wing. I couldn’t believe I would be driving away in this gorgeous machine. The most exotic thing I had driven up to that point was a C5 Corvette. This was on another level.
The test drive was almost a formality. I’ll admit I was kind of scared as I drove it a mile down the street and back, but it moved under its own power, didn’t have any strange sounds or smells, and everything besides the radio seemed to work. Time to sign the papers and get out of Dodge. I pinched myself when the dealer gave me the keys. How did this happen?
A Once in a Lifetime Drive
I drove it quite gingerly the first dozen or so miles. When I buy a new old car I’m very paranoid at first, senses heightened looking for any sign of impending failure. But as I continued on and the roads got twisty these senses were awashed in feelings I had never experienced in a car before. The NSX was giving me confidence, egging me to push it harder and harder.
To someone who had never driven an exotic car, the NSX was a delight to drive on every level. I sat very low to the ground, my eye level below the door handles of most modern cars. The dash is covered in stitched leather and leans away from the driver, emphasizing the airiness of the the cabin. The instrument cluster is basic and business like, very easy to read. All the controls were right at my fingertips on stalks next to the steering wheel, minimizing the time my hands needed to be off the wheel. Once again, this was clearly serious business.
Outward visibility is among the best I’ve ever experienced. The windshield wraps around the driver and the nose of the car dives towards the pavement. It seems like you should be able to see the tips of your toes out the front of the car. At the same time the muscular haunches making up the fenders are visible so I could easily place where the front wheels are at all times, while still seeing the road directly ahead.
Above all the NSX is all about tactile sensations, with no filter between the driver and the car’s behavior — it’s very direct, and it feels great. The steering is manual, a raw stream of information from the front tires. It’s appropriately heavy, especially at low speeds, but it tells the driver exactly what the car is doing. The seats hugged my body and it felt like the car rotated around me. I had never driven a mid engine car, and knew academically (I’m an engineer) the inertial effects of having hundreds of pounds of engine hanging out between the front wheels in the typical cars I drove in the past. With the engine nestled behind my seat, the car seemed to change direction effortlessly. It was a revelation.
The accelerator pedal felt like it had a direct line to the engine, because of course it actually does. No electronic pedal here. I could feel the vibrations of the revs climbing beneath my feet. The gearbox is the sweetheart of the NSX. Even though the leather on the shift knob was peeling off, I could feel that hint of gear mesh vibration increasing and decreasing with speed. The shift action felt precise but not notchy. It had the least rubbery-ness of any manual I’ve driven. Like the rest of the car it felt like it was made with precision and care. Honda is known for its manuals, and the NSX is probably one of the best the company has made.
Before my flight I looked up some twisty backroads to travel on the way home. I wanted to minimize boring freeway driving as much as possible, and ended up on the Blue Ridge Parkway. I had four or five hours before sundown, and it was just a blast putting the NSX through its paces. Even when there was occasional traffic, the driving experience was so novel I had fun even at slower speeds.
I stopped for a quick dinner at a random brewpub, then pressed on. Soon it was pitch dark and I was driving on mountain roads. The NSX’s headlights are plenty effective for an early 90’s car — the brights especially, but it’s not like they turn with the steering. In the mountains it was pitch dark. With the twists and turns I was either looking at a craggy rock wall, ready to shred the car with the slightest mistake, or I was looking at vast empty space beyond the guardrail. I figured the driving would be a lot more fun if I could actually see where I was going so I found the nearest motel.
It was kind of a shady, run-down place that looked like it was lost in time. My room came complete with wood paneling and shag carpeting. It would’ve felt like the perfect set for a horror movie if the old lady at the counter wasn’t so sweet with her Southern charm. I accidentally set off the car alarm while unpacking the car, and let me tell you: the NSX’s horn is LOUD AF!! It startled the crap out of me. I felt conspicuous enough parking this exotic-looking machine at a dumpy hotel; waking everyone up didn’t help.
The next morning I soldiered on through bucolic countryside. A mist hung low over the lush scenery of vintage barns and wooden fences. I was still somewhat in disbelief that this gorgeous machine was mine. Even though the car had over 160k miles, it didn’t drive like it at all. Sure the shifter leather was peeling, the radio didn’t work very well, the clear coat on that front passenger fender was fading, and it looked like someone tried to seal the reverse lights in the rear light bar with silicone; but none of that mattered. Compared to what I’d been driving up to that point, these issues were nothing.
Eventually, the curvy mountain roads were over and it was straight highway miles back to Detroit. After all this dancing through amazing roads with the NSX it was nice to just sit with it, chill, and think about life for a bit. The previous several months I was just a hollow shell with no future in front of me. No joy or enthusiasm for anything, robotically going through the motions of living just enough that I still got a paycheck and didn’t get evicted and thrown out on the street. I finally FELT something, took a risk and went on an adventure. I snatched this dream out of the dark and realized: I used to have these and I’m living one now! Cars can be therapy.
A Reliable Supercar?
So did the NSX live up to its reputation for Honda reliability? I’ve never owned a high mileage vintage Ferrari but I’d bet money I did pretty well compared to the NSX’s competitors. First thing I had to do was do a timing belt service. There was no record of one having been done, and with an interference engine, I didn’t want to make an expensive mistake. I avoid dealer service departments like the plague — I’d rather do the work myself or take my cars to a trusted Indy mechanic. For the NSX, I didn’t want to screw around, and figured an important job like this being done by certified Acura mechanics would be worth the price.
The dealer staff were excited to take a break from their boring TLXs and RLXs when my new car rolled into the shop. The techs also replaced a couple ignition coils that were going bad when they were in there. I was out a couple grand, which stung the pocketbook, but you gotta pay to play. Unlike a similar vintage Italian car, dealerships are everywhere and service is comparatively cheap.
Next was the interior. NSX trim is known for wrinkling like a raisin, and it bugged me. The door handle cubbies were also scratched from 20 years of hands reaching in there. I removed the trim and stripped/sanded off the wrinkly top layer and repainted it. It didn’t exactly match the dark grey it came with but was pretty close and looked a lot better.
The shift knob leather looked like a baseball that got the stuffing knocked out of it and had to go. I replaced it with a NSX-R replica knob. It was weighted metal and felt great in the hand. If there ever were a way to improve upon shift-perfection, this was it.
I installed a cold air intake. The red metal tube went through a hole in the engine bay to a cavity where the side air vent leads. The V6 already sounded wonderful, but that added throatiness from the intake plus the aftermarket exhaust this NSX came with made its V6 sing.
Tires were also a problem, specifically the rears which were nearly bald. Driving in the wet, the rubber had no grip and would spin, causing the rear end to step out. It was a bit scary. The rear wheels on an NSX are surprisingly wide for the amount of power the car makes (~250 HP), so tires are expensive. I didn’t have it in me to deal with this at the time so the car sat for a couple months. Eventually someone posted a photo of the car sitting sadly in the driveway in one of the local car groups. I got called out! Deservingly!
This gave me the motivation to drag my ass to a tire shop and get some new ones fitted. I took it for a spin and someone else took photos and posted it to the same car group with a much happier caption. Redemption.
Side note, I remember that photo being taken because the kids in that SUV were losing their minds when they saw the car. This is a common occurrence with the NSX. Wherever you drive, people will notice it. If they don’t know what it is they’ll ask if it’s the new Corvette. If they are car people they’ll gester excitedly, drive alongside you swerving around, ask a bunch of questions. I thought it was fun because I’d do the same thing.
Candy Paint Drippin
The last thing I dealt with was the paint. That front fender was peeling badly. A wheel rack came off the wall of my garage, which could’ve been a huge disaster but only left a scratch in the door. The rest of the car had 160k miles of scuffs and scratches. A buddy of mine painted cars and offered to get the NSX looking like new. For the amount of work he did I got a killer deal, about $1800 all in for the whole car. He told me to call him if I ever decided to sell it, and ended up buying the car from me a couple years later. Maybe he knew it would eventually be his and went the extra mile.
It obviously wasn’t a concourse-quality paint job, but for the price he did awesome work. The peeling paint on the fender had made the NSX look a little clapped out, which was a little embarrassing for a car of this caliber. Now the dark Brooklands Green paint shined brightly. The NSX was looking gorgeous again.
I Took it to the Track
Although every drive in the NSX was special, nothing really lived up to that first drive home in the mountains. If you read my Lincoln Continental article, you heard me bloviate about Detroit’s endless, ruler-straight, cratered roads. It’s hard to enjoy the benefits of a mid-engine layout when you rarely have to turn the steering wheel. Luckily a college buddy of mine is in a club called “3 Balls Racing” who rent out local tracks for track days complete with ride-along instructors. I joined them at Waterford Hills for a day and it was definitely worth it.
I slapped a Go-Pro on the car for one of the laps, and you can get an idea of how great this engine sounds. Luckily I didn’t record an embarrassing incident where I overcooked it and went off the track, tearing off the front spoiler. It was only my second time driving on a track and I was excited; it can happen to anyone right? Getting to really push the car in a safe, controlled environment was an unforgettable experience.
The NSX looked a little odd without the spoiler so I bought a used aftermarket one that was a little more aggressive. I fixed the cracks and painted it the factory color in the garage. I think it went a long way to beefing up the NSX’s looks.
Final Thoughts
The NSX and I created a lot of great memories. That initial cross-country drive through the mountains, Woodward Dream Cruises, meeting awesome car people, pushing it on the track, taking friends and family for rides. I got a speeding ticket on a sustained, high speed run across Michigan’s empty highways in the middle of the night trying to beat a thunderstorm that would’ve washed out my bald rear tires. It was dumb, and not something I would do today, but it was a hell of an experience.
Unfortunately in the end the car did a lot of sitting in the garage. I would take it to car shows and drive it around for fun occasionally, but with our pockmarked roads and distracted, crazy drivers I always worried about it getting damaged. Being accustomed to sub $10k beaters, I’ve never owned a vehicle so nice or historically significant. It was always fun to drive, but my anxiety was often high behind the wheel.
Also with our grid road system, I never felt like the NSX was in its element. This car is all about sensations. The detailed feelings you’d get through the steering wheel as you guide the car through a turn; the weight transferring through the chassis, the flexing of the rubber, the articulation of the suspension, any imperfections or changes in the road surface. That is everything with the NSX. I was only doing occasional low-speed, 90-degree turns at stop signs and stoplights. It’s like experiencing Mad Max in a crowded IMAX theater, then watching it again on an airplane movie screen with their crummy headphones. The car wants to carve up some windy back roads, you feel it every time you sit in its beautiful bucket seats.
If I lived in those mountains I’d definitely still have the car. But one day that friend who painted the car made an offer on it, and I needed some cash at the time, so it went to a new good home. Prices weren’t anywhere the sky-high level they are now, but I made about $5k after you take out all I put into it — a personal car-profit record. Usually I’m way in the red.
Either way, I’m lucky the timing was right that I got to experience this car while it was in that brief window at the bottom of the depreciation curve. NSX prices have ridden to stratospheric levels on sites like Bring A Trailer (the floor seems to be about $60,000). But that isn’t the metric the NSX demands to be measured by. Thankfully I had a chance to experience that firsthand.
Great article and story! This is so awesome…I’m so jealous since I really want to get one of these eventually…gonna start w/ getting an 80’s CRX and Prelude first
I remember that NPorCP. Congratulations for picking up such an awesome car and experiencing it for a time.
HOLY COW, I remember this exact Nice Price or Crack Pipe post from the old German lighting site! I was so envious of whomever picked it up. Now we know it was you Steve. Thanks for sharing your journey!
One of these is on my bucket list and I doubt I’d ever let one go once it is in my garage. You’re lucky to have plucked one before they doubled in value. My ideal spec would be a NA2 coupe with the pop-up headlights in Spa Yellow. The green on tan hits me in the nostalgia feelies though, since my dad had a beautiful 1993 Legend with that exact same color combo. Sigh.. the Acura glory days.
Thanks! Some cars look awesome in green. I bet your Dad’s Legend was really a looker.
Great read! I had a friend go through a similar scenario about 25 years ago, though he picked up a Z32 300ZX Twin-Turbo. He scooped it up for really cheap after his divorce and fixed it up as an almost cathartic stress/frustration reliever. It wasn’t very nice when he started, but was pretty amazing the last time I saw (probably 2003-2004).
Hi Steve,
So you might appreciate this, but I own this same car now. I bought it from our mutual painter friend.
I was living in Ann Arbor at the time and had been on the NSX hunt for a while. He posted it on Facebook to raise funds for a business opportunity and I showed up the same day. This was I think 2019, right before the 30th anniversary of the NSX unveiling.
You know when you’ve lived with a car so long they feel like part of the family? For me that’s this car. Today it’s got around 193k miles, it’s my daily and I use it quite often. It got me through covid driving from Michigan to Knoxville monthly during lockdown to see my wife. I was able to sneak in a couple visits to the Tale of the Dragon and surrounding hidden gems, and I’d agree the experience is sublime. We moved West in 2021 and it came with us on our move out to California. It drove my wife to the hospital to give birth to our first child. We’ve gone to 5 track days (Laguna/Streets of Willow/Chuckwalla). It gets to stretch its legs on the magnificent backroads of Southern California (Angeles Crest, Malibu, Ortega Hwy, GMR). I even took it to a drift day!
This was a great read, learning a little more of the origin story of the car. It was like learning more about where your parents grew up. It’s still got the painted interior trim you did, the typeR shift knob and the same silicone sealed tail lights.
Some things have changed however. After a couple years it was time to add my own style to it. Installed KW v3 to lower the ride height and sharpen an already sharp weapon. Went through 4 different sets of wheels until I landed on NS01/TE37 double staggered in white. Now it’s got some carbon accent bits. Lip, skirts, Marga hills gt wing. In the end it’s become a physical manifestation of my ideal car styling. I smile every time I see it.
Like you, it’s the most exotic thing I’ve ever owned and likely ever will. It gives joy to random passersby and myself alike. Now I’ve created so many memories with the car, with my family, with friends. It’s truly a special machine. I’m glad you were lucky enough to experience it and I’m thankful I’m lucky enough too.
Cheers!
-Michael
Also another cool fact about this car. I was working at GM performance cars while in Michigan. The B-line intake you installed sounded so good we used it as a C8 Z06 intake noise benchmark.
Now that is a really cool fact. Bravo. I dream of having a sports car. At 48 I’m afraid it might never happen.
Hi Michael, wow that is amazing! Thanks so much for commenting and giving an update on the NSX! I think I may have seen the car and spoke to you briefly at a Detroit car show. It was really nice to hear the car has continued to have a great life and is now part of your family. Sounds like you are really enjoying it and making it your own. That definitely makes me happy.
What a great read. It sucks when you have to go through some really hard times but it’s great to hear you were able to find a silver lining in the NSX. I had a guy I played hockey with back in high school who was house sitting if I remember correctly and the guy had a green NSX that was his project car. Hockey guy would drive up to beer league in it acting like slick shit even when it wasn’t his and the car was missing basically all the interior. Good times growing up
New OEM shift knob is easily available – same one used on the Honda BEAT. Same rearview mirror…
Car rescues man from junkyard.
Haha! It definitely felt that way!
Amazing time with a legendary car, too bad you sold it but I get it – pay to play. I see you got trolled by Woodward FB group, also see you frequent Pasteiners, I head there time to time. Good place to hang even in the off season. I’ve been going there for various shows and auto memorabilia over the last 30 years!
I love Pasteiners, don’t get to go as much as I used to but still make it out a few times a year.
I enjoyed your story so much Steve… and of course, I’m deeply, deeply envious of your chance to buy a manual NSX for $25K… even w/the miles on it, it seems to have been in great shape given the mileage, and it strikes me as a once-in-a-lifetime deal. 🙂
Plus, that color! That is my favorite color on an NSX by far! At that price, boring black or even cliche red would have been fine, but to get it in dark metallic green?! Jeez, talk about luck! Maybe good karma you were owed?
I’ve bought a car sight unseen and flown to pick it and and drive it back home across country only once: nothing as spectacular as your NSX of course… just a year-old Golf TDI in TX when they were no longer available in CA. It was a special trip (some anxiety to start of course, and then the growing satisfaction, and pleasure in the drive on the way home) and even though it was almost 25 years ago, I still remember the experience fondly.
Until I stumble across a special, once-in-a-lifetime chance at a first-gen NSX or something equally amazing, I’ll have to make do with my ratty NA hardtop Miata, which I drove for errands this morning. They’re not remotely rare, and even with inflation, they’re still relatively attainable, but it makes me smile every time I drive it anyway. 🙂
Thanks again for the great read (not the first time I’ve said that to you, and probably not the last either). 😉
Thanks for the comment I really appreciate it! I used to have an NA Miata and I agree. It’s not a rare or “special” car but the driving experience definitely is, especially these days.
As many already have mentioned, great read! And whilst you have sold the car, you still have a good story of how you found your car and got it home. I wish for every car nut to have their own unique car-find-and-get-home story. I once bought a very cheap VW sight unseen from a company who wanted to get rid of the car as quickly as possible. Problem was, they only had the keys, the car was two countries and 1000 km away with a dead battery. Booked a train with a friend, brought some tools, bought a new battery locally. Changed the battery, removed three months worth of algue from the front and just drove it home. The car may not have been the most exciting, but the trip felt like a true adventure.
Thanks! Sounds like a fun trip and it’s cool you got to bring a friend to share the experience with you.
Big fan of Waterford Hills. The smaller track was perfect for me and some buddies to go out with “slow” cars and have a lot of fun. Without long straights, only the legit high horsepower sports cars with track packages were any faster than our FRSs, tCs, and old BMWs so you could really go out and drive the pants off of them. I distinctly remember an NSX that I spend an entire session stuck behind because they wouldn’t give me a point by and the track worker wouldn’t wave the flag for a tC to pass an NSX (but it was red so you’re off the hook for that one).
On a completely different note, I had a lovely conversation at C&C (in 2022, I think) with an older gentleman (and by that I mean in his 60s) that seemed to buy his NSX at the most opportune time. He must have picked it up near the low point of the market for $35k. He commuted in it in the summers, and said he was putting probably 5k miles/year on it for the 6 or 7 years he owned it, and how it was up to 80k miles or so. He was always getting random offers to buy the car, and they kept going up and up. The latest was $70k. He wasn’t really paying attention to the market after he bought, so he was shocked that the values kept climbing, but he loved the car and the maintenance was cheap so he said he was going to keep doing his thing and driving it regularly.
I’d definitely like to go back sometime, just need to get a car worth racing.
I really enjoyed reading this, great car and great writing to go along with it, thanks!
Thanks!!