What is it like on the inside?
The NSX is built in America, a fact which perhaps justifies why its interior is a little comfier and more accommodating than most rival supercars’. It’s sold as an Acura in the States, see, which is something of a luxury brand. This is no stripped-out Speciale-wannabe.
There are a few cheap plastics, but apart from those tacky gearshift paddles, they’re nowhere important. And it’s fair to say they’re entirely cancelled out by just how flipping special it feels in here. You get the full 360-degree supercar experience: a glimmer of engine reflection in the glass when you peek in the rear-view mirror, side mirrors full of air intake, beautiful sculpted arches curving out from the windscreen.
And what a windscreen. Honda blatantly benchmarked McLaren’s recent output in making a car with fishbowl front visibility. So while the NSX is boisterously large and a little stressful to weave through gaps, you’ve as much vision ahead of you as you could feasibly ask. It makes a world of difference when you want to pick up the pace down a narrow country lane, too.
The biggest bugbear inside is undoubtedly the touchscreen, which is lifted straight from the Honda parts bin. There’s no shame in an R8 sharing its media gubbins with an A3, because they in turn have filtered down from an A8. They’re good.
It’s more frustrating when an NSX shares its infotainment with a Civic, because it’s filtered down from… well, a CR-V. A fiddly system to use – and with Gran Turismo 3-spec graphics – you’ll be eternally grateful Honda have allowed it to mirror your smartphone so easily.