Rotary Revival: Jack Coxe’s Pristine Mazda RX-7 FD.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost is pretty well known for it’s take on “The road less traveled”, that is, doing things just a wee bit differently than most. When I asked they guys at Gorilla RE, a local tuning shop near New Orleans that caters to rotaries, if they knew of any cool cars, Jonathan Bruce, owner of Gorilla RE said he knew just the person. About half an hour later, this great white beauty was thrust upon my rotary lovin’ eyes.

Great Caesar's ghost, this FD almost woke the dead.

Seeing a proper 13B-REW always sends a tear down my cheek

Despite the torrential downpour, we rolled up our pants and kept shooting

Rain, Rice and Beignets: Thien Le’s Fun and Functional Honda CRX.

When I was a kid, both of my parents were coffee junkies. They used to drink coffee at absurd times of the day like 4am, which now that I think about it, made perfect sense. One saturday morning, my mom came into my room at some ridiculous hour like 4am, and told me to get dressed. We used to take family road trips like many other American families, and for a time, we would visit Louisiana just for kicks. I won’t go into detail about my mom covering my eyes while we walked through the red light district on Bourbon street, but the one thing that stood out to me about New Orleans was my obsession with beignets from Cafe Du Monde in the French Quarter. At the time (many moons ago, trust me), it was the only place that I knew I could get them, so it was a rare treat to get these powdered sugar coated delights. Me and my sisters would hold our breaths as we dived into the pile of beignets as my parents would sit back and enjoy yet another cup of their famous coffee. Before they started selling them in local stores, my parents would buy a bunch of their coffee beans to take back home, but I always wished we could take some beignets instead.

mmmmmm beignets...

B Series = Best Series

So wet (that's what she said)

A race CRX in the French Quarter? Normal.