The Acura NSX, like the BMW i8, seems like the sort of car that comes from some past vision of the future. It’s a hybrid in a world moving towards electric cars at ludicrous speed; it’s a technically complex machine that doesn’t live up to the sum of its parts. It was, seemingly, outclassed from the day it went on sale.
At least, on paper. Drive it, however, and you’ll find that it’s something the i8 never was: a coherent, delightful performance car.
The twin-turbocharged V6 and three electric motors — two on the front axle, one in the back mated to the gearbox — combine to deliver a seamless rush of acceleration, be it from a dead stop or from a roll at highway speed. 573 horsepower and 476 pound-feet of torque may not sound like much in this era of overpowered muscle cars, but the combination of instantaneous electric twist, on-boost turbo power, a tight-ratio nine-speed gearbox and four-wheel traction means the NSX punches well above its specs in the real world.
Then there’s the delightfully-named Super-Handling All-Wheel-Drive system, which capitalizes on the torque-vectoring capabilities to push the car through curves with fantastic prowess. Literally, fantastic, as if from a fantasy; unlike most cars, where they often seem to lose commitment the faster you round a bend, the harder you push the Acura, the more aggressive and excited it seems. It’s a feeling just a little bit different than any other performance car; whether it’s better or worse is largely a matter of opinion (at least unless you’re looking to set absolute lap times), but it’s certainly something every car enthusiast ought to experience.
Unlike most hybrids, the NSX not shooting for fuel-economy supremacy. Crank it to life, and it defaults to Sport mode, not Comfort or Eco or anything like that. In fact, it doesn’t even have an Eco mode; the only mode more conservative than Sport to be found by cranking the centrally-mounted drive mode rheostat goes by “Quiet,” suggesting it’s designed more for sneaking up on unsuspecting pickup trucks than passing them at the gas station. (Indeed, trying to keep it running under electric power is one of the car’s few weak spots; even conservative throttle inputs.)
Still, it may not be aiming to be a fuel-saving machine, but that hybrid powertrain does provide decent fuel economy in town. Thanks to New York-area traffic, my average speed over four days of trundling about wound up at a mere 19 miles per hour — yet I managed more than 21 miles per gallon over those 100-plus miles, according to the trip computer
It looks every bit the part of a six-figure sports car, too. The attendants at my local parking garage fell into an argument about it; one loudly insisted it was a Ferrari, even though the other guy kept repeating that it was an Acura. A man riding in a taxi cab opened his door in traffic while stopped at a stoplight to ask questions about it. Everywhere I drove over the course of Labor Day weekend, people shouted out complements and queries; I lost track of the number of people who said something. Some of it, no doubt, was thanks to the Curva Red paint slathered over it — but that paint wouldn’t do much were it not for the angular, well-proportioned body beneath those layers.