1991 Acura NSX: The Vegas Road Trip, Part II
October 19, 2011
Our trip to the Indy Car race in Las Vegas was eventful, to say the least. But our long-term NSX was a champ through it all. James gave his recap of the trip yesterday, so now it's my turn to weigh in. The NSX was pretty limiting in terms of cargo, so we both packed light. My camera bag was really the biggest bag in the boot. Everything fit perfecty (James must've been pretty good at Tetris as a kid), and we hit the road. Step one: fueling up (above).
While James topped-off the tank, I ran in for some provisions. I quickly realized there aren't any cupholders, so the bottles went in the glovebox with my bag o' candy. Surprisingly, the drinks stayed cold for quite some time; well past Barstow.
The air conditioning was blowing cold. Really cold. The frigid air was actually visible as it came out of the center-right vent (simulated above, but that's how it really looked). It was so cold that snow actually began coming out of the passenger door vent. Little flakes were popping out and melting once they hit my shirt sleeve.
As we made our way out of West Covina, James had a minor meltdown when we hit traffic. Actually, that meltdown happened when he realized that the backup was caused by a charity rally that was held by the L.A. County Sheriffs. Me? I was okay with the whole thing, but I was just a passenger.
There's not a lot of internal storage in the NSX, but this pocket seemed perfectly suited for a mini box of Dots and James' tiny iPod.
Wires were a minor problem on the trip. With James using a tape deck adapter for his iPod and me charging my phone, the center stack began to resemble the back of my entertainment center at home. At one point when we stopped, James accidentally grabbed the black wire along with the hand brake, yanking the tape adapter clean out of the dash.
That image above is a little blurry, I know. But I couldn't take another because my camera ran into technical difficulties right then. The shutter gave off a horrible ker-clunk and an error message appeared on screen. Uh-oh, that looks expensive. I took off the lens and found the flip-up mirror rattling freely in the camera. Fortunately, the next day I bought some super glue and glued that sucker back in. Crisis averted. To the NSX's credit, I performed this delicate surgery on the way to the raceway -- a testament to the car's compliant-enough ride quality.
I drove us back to L.A. on Monday, and had the same experience as James did on the way up. No drama, no problems.
Mark Takahashi, Automotive Editor