Oh sure, by itself this Honda CRX may look quite stunning as you give it the good ol' once over, but remember when you had your first CRX? Of course you do. Everyone who was anyone had their first driver's license test, make-out session, or police chase inside some beat-up CRX. In fact, if you didn't own one, you knew someone who did, and that someone who did probably knew another guy who also drove one. This is why I've come to realize that the CRX is the Kevin Bacon of the import-car industry, a car that can be connected to anyone in this world within a mere 6 degrees, or people. Let's test this theory out by performing my personal 6 degrees of Honda CRX.
Since I'm one of the few who have never owned a CRX (my first car was an '87 Tredia), I'm pretty sure I can connect myself to the ubiquitous CRX in at least 6-degrees using the first person to come to mind, who is my Uncle Jon-jon. Uncle Jon-jon was married to his first cousin Chi-chi, who once had a roommate named Groovie who had a friend that worked at some car shop named Bastos, and he had sexual relations with his boyfriend/co-worker Nacho. OK, let me take a breath here and catch up. I'm still trying to figure out why I didn't notice that my Aunt Chi-chi was also my Uncle Jon-Jon's wife. I guess it all makes sense now. Anyway, Nacho's doctor/yoga instructor, Dr. Gib U. Clap, had the freshest CRXs in Southern California, and that's the only way I'm connected to this two-seat tuning machine. Until now, since I've met Charles San Gil and his charcoal metallic '88 CRX.
This CRX is one of the finest out there. No longer a mainstay in our ever-growing industry, Charles' creation is an affirmation of our rich history, harkening back to the days of midnight street racing on empty Compton streets, chillin' at the local Denny's, and an import-car world sans mediocre import-car movies. Headlined by the seamless and authentic Mugen body kit and ultra-rare Volk III wheels, "classic" can definitely be used as one of the google.com keywords. Why? Well, first let me explain to you the magnitude of those 18x7.5 Volk III wheels. You see that signed Jackie Robinson baseball card locked inside your dad's glass cabinet, sitting right next to his bottle of 1955 cabernet sauvignon, and right in front of your encased and bronzed umbilical chord? That card is similar to these Volk III wheels in terms of its distinctiveness, while that umbilical chord, on the other hand, is just plain nasty. The Mugen body kit is probably more akin to that 1955 cabernet and has more talent than the majority of the import-car models in the scene.
Inside, this CRX contains a full tweed interior laden with random carbon fiber. According to Charles, "No one has a full-bodied interior and exterior CRX left that looks like mine-considering it's an old car." That's a pretty bold statement, Charles, but we'll believe you considering the only CRX we know is our bird crap-riddled project car. Nice touch with the Auto Meter white-face gauges, though. And the Razo carbon-fiber shift knob? Beautiful. The Autopower rollcage just screams sexy. Those 3A racing pedals: I'll buy those for a dollar!
Moving on to the grunt of the whole car, a B18A1 straight from the mouth of a '92 Acura Integra LS sits inside the engine bay. The famous engine is constructed with Crower cams, Integra GS-R pistons and piston rings, and Skunk2 cam gears. Meanwhile, a DC Sports air intake inhales all things oxygen, and an OBX-R exhaust farts out all things carbon monoxide. But I don't want to bore you with scientific jargon-let me take you inside the combustion chamber where you can witness the NGK V-power spark plugs make fireworks only a kid with Attention Deficit Disorder can appreciate. Spark. Spark.