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The lady I used to love is still smiling in my dream.

October 14, 2009 7 comments

I guess any man has had such a dream like this before; One lady you used to love appeared and kissed you. No? You haven’t gotten any dream like that? Me, about twice or three times a year, I often fall in such a dream. But unfortunately, the lady is not a human, but a car. RX-7, that’s the car of which we should be proud as the gorgeous and curvaceous one.

RX-7 is often called ‘FD’ or ‘FC’ among people who is addicted to cars, which originated from their serial numbers. The second RX-7 have “FC3S” as their numbers, and the third RX-7 have “FD3S” as well. I often visited the place where my friend lived when I was an university student. His older brother owned his gunmetal-colored FC and tuned it up.

I guess I can marginally call myself “the super car generations”. There was one trend in Japan when I was a kid. People turned on many kinds of sporty cars, such as Ferrari, Lamborghini and others. Festivals on sporty cars held in a lot of places and kids visited there taking photos. At that time, I guess it’s due to their aerodynamic control, cars with retractable lights were popular. One of my uncle had a “CELICA XX”, which featured retractable lights, and I asked him to open and close its light even during a daytime. (Incidentally, CELICA XX have another name in U.S.A because XX is associated with slang words or something. I have read this topic before…but I might be wrong.) Me, as one of the super car generations, ‘FC’ and ‘FD’ were also one of my dream cars.

After I got a job in a company, I had an opportunity to have my car inspected. In Japan, we have to have our own car inspected every two years (In the case of a new car, you have three years until you have the first inspection). If your car’s inspection has been expired, you will be penalized by police. I went to one car dealer in order to ask an inspection. “Hey, honeypotter, I think you want to drive this car.”, pointing out one red car, one salesperson told me. That was a RX-7.

As you know, RX-7 have a characteristic engine in their body, which called a rotary engine (You might prefer to call it Wankel engines). Now that rotary engines no longer have their advantages, comparing with reciprocating engines, but it is said that rotary engines are so small but powerful that people can make car’s balance equal by mounting rotary engines.

Even if you can’t see the techinical differences between rotary engines and reciprocating engines, you definetely can feel the difference on sounds when you get in RX-7. I can hardly explain this difference on sounds in writing, but you can feel it anyway. “Hey, honeypotter, how’s it? You like it?” the salesperson said it to me, chuckling heartily. At the following day, I got a contract to buy it.

My ex-girlfriend was surprised that I ordered RX-7 without telling her, without consulting (or asking? hihi) with her. “What makes you think? How come you bought such a car? You can’t load something big in that car! I imagined you bought a station wagon and went shopping… You and I select foods and commodities, walking in the store… And then, you bring things we bought instead of me… You open the back door of the car and put things into the car… I imagined such an ordinary but happy time…but…Look at the car! The seat is so low that I think I’m gonna have trouble getting in it! My dream has gone!” mourned she irritably. On the contrary, I had a happy time with RX-7.

I often pulled over my RX-7 and dreamily gazed it from its back, smoking cigarretes. Its curvaceous figure turned me on.

When I started running of my own business, I thought I couldn’t visit my clients with this red colored car, so I gave up keeping it. Ever since I sold it out, the dream I bought it again and got a happy time sometimes happenes in me. It’s been about seven years since the production of RX-7 were stopped, so it becomes more difficult to get a good conditioned used-RX-7. It is, however, still occupying my heart.

This is the same one I had.
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