As I arrived at the most recent Lehigh Valley Cars & Coffee event in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, one dude’s exuberant words echoed the loudest around the old Bethlehem Steel foundry buildings like a hammer pounding on freshly cooled I-beams: “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?” he shouted over and over again with dumbstruck enthusiasm.
It’s the Acura NSX, and clearly it’s rocking your world just as much as mine. That, of course, was the goal. I wanted to show off the dazzlingly high-tech new supercar to folks who’d never seen one in the flesh, and groove a bit on the ego-stroke of it all: being the center of attention in a sea of car-porn.
We arrived early that Sunday morning: a lime green Lamborghini Huracán, purple McLaren 570GT and a snow-white BMW M3. The Lehigh Valley event is one of the biggest informal car gatherings on the east coast, with a minimum of 500 cars coming from New York, New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland, and within Pennsylvania. It was spitting rain, so attendance suffered a bit, but the quality was there. Enthusiasts rolled in as spectators and the parking lot glistened with performance cars, all meticulously waxed and beading from the morning’s showers.

Variety is key to a proper Cars & Coffee. In the parking lot of SteelStacks — the old foundry converted to a performing-arts center, mall, and casino — vintage muscle shared space with modern exotics. Tuner kids with their stanced GTIs, Focuses, and 350Zs. Porsches lined up with Germanic efficiency. Italian, British and American marques splayed out a bit more haphazardly.
Pulling into the SteelStacks campus in the low-slung, dark-red NSX, I felt like a general walking into a mess hall. Everyone snapped-to and stared, paralyzed. The guys with cameras who stake out the entry had been enjoying the parade of power, but nothing quite prepared them for the surprise of the Acura. They did double-takes, then hustled their cameras into position, firing away. People slowed their pace and stared at the Japanese exotic’s crisp, unfamiliar lines. Of course, I was waved over to the VIP section and escorted into my slot in the front. Once I shut down the twin-turbo V6, the crowd converged like lions. Or maybe like zombies, holding their smartphones out at arm’s length as they slowly approached.
Once I shut down the twin-turbo V6, the crowd converged like lions. Or maybe like zombies, holding their smartphones out at arm’s length as they slowly approached.