Speed Mazda Rx7 Veilside - Live For

Approaching the chicane, I downshifted. The sequential shifter clicked twice: thunk, thunk . The engine blipped perfectly, the twin-turbo lag filling the gap with a deep-chested inhale before the boost came on like a punch to the spine. The tires—semi-slicks, heated from the last lap—began to sing.

Oversteer. A hint.

One more lap. The tires are cooling. The fuel is low. live for speed mazda rx7 veilside

The Veilside kit wasn't just for show. At 140 mph, the wide front splitter bit into the air like a blade, and the massive rear wing pinned the tail down over the undulating back straight. The car wasn't pretty in the way a stock FD is pretty. It was aggressive, mean, a samurai in a tailored suit. Approaching the chicane, I downshifted

Brap… brap… redline .

The tunnel swallowed the sound at first. Then, as the Mazda RX-7 Veilside punched into the concrete throat, the rotary engine’s brap-brap-brap exploded into a full-throated, metallic howl. The tires—semi-slicks, heated from the last lap—began to

Out of the corner, exit speed was violent. The digital G-meter spiked. The tunnel vision set in. For ten seconds—from the braking marker of the final hairpin to the start/finish line—the Mazda, the road, and my heartbeat were one frequency.