when cars were cars and men were men
The glorious Rear engine, Rear wheel drive, boosted to the tits Ruf 911 yellow bird being beaten around the ring like it owes someone money.
Look at this. Dudes in jeans, a t-shirt, and his watch, not even GLOVES. Bravdo, class, and just sheer, distilled essences of IDGAF.
The car. Spends 90% of the time counter steering the slide. Big turbos, big boost. Each gear change deliberate, solid, yet sniper rifle precise. You can FEEL the car gasping for breath each time the throttle is let go, only to inhale as the boost builds again and force feeds that glorious flat 6 to horsepower numbers that would make even a modern 911 look at its shoes.
God dam The 80s were a hell of a time to be alive.