Boys, Boys, Boys...and their toys.

For too long, I have been a silent participant in the tireless conversations about cars and their horsepower, torque, exhaust pipes, and what have you. I can only smugly reveal that I, too, have a toy:

Its curved ebony body is rich like that of a voluptuous woman. Three brass pedals glimmer with the sophistication a metal race car pedal would envy. Its engine, immaculate: hums with subtle sonorities and precise rhythm. And it handles with all the ambition of the slighted and vengeful.

So you have a Mazda RX7? For a real experience, test drive my Kawai RX2. It's in a class of its own.