Aggressive Elegance: A new direction with an old-world chariot
It was warm afternoon, circa 2003, and I was piloting my '95 Toyota Supra in San Diego towards the Mexican taquiera of choice, Cotixan, or "Coti's" as my friends and I affectionately called it. The Supra was one of the "hero" cars of my teenage years and I certainly felt lucky to be able to be tooling around in one just a few years later, completely unknown to me that this car would be worth 3x its value inside of a decade (long after I parted with it.) This steed served me well. Alas, if only I had the foresight to keep her! $$$ On that typical, sunny, San Diego day, I was driving northbound on the 5 freeway and exited eastward, merging onto Balboa boulevard. As I continued onto the incline road from the exit, I heard an exotic sounding roar from something coming up on my left. Looking over my shoulder I caught a glimpse of the passenger side headlight. I remember how it looked oddly like the Supra's own: projector lenses inside an ellipsoid casing, o...