Everbody praises the Mark IV Toyota Supra as the best of the breed. I disagree. I prefer the boxy, angular Mark III version more. It’s a personal preference issue, but the late 1980s sport coupe lines work better for me than the bloated bubble look. They still have good power, still move out with authority, were still underrated power-wise thanks to the Gentlemen’s Agreement that Japanese manufacturers were still taking pretty seriously at the time, and weren’t priced through the stratosphere either. The Celica and Supra might have diverged earlier in the decade, but the lineage between the front-drive Celica and the rear-drive Supra was still present and accounted for.
After finding the Russian Gymkhana YouTube channel and seeing that trippy video that involved eating mushrooms and floating down the river in a tractor-tired ZAZ sedan, I had to see what else was in the channel, and this Supra was the next video I watched. Wearing a track that has to be at least two feet wider than stock, the Toyota sounds built to the hilt and runs like no other. In studded-tire glory, with suspension travel no Supra should ever have, and a driver who simply doesn’t seem to comprehend the signals from his adrenal gland telling him to slow down before he buries the car in the trees, this is the kind of action that leaves us envious. Imagine whipping 360s in the snowy streets like that in downtown Denver. You’d be in jail before you could remember your own name!
