New Domain Name, Some Integra Maintenance, & A Visitor from Oregon

Posted in Integra, Legend, Maintenance on July 26, 2016 by tysonhugie

Odometer (Legend Coupe):  544,040


Odometer (Legend Sedan):  150,439


Odometer (ILX):  176,539


I’m all grown up now.  After over 5 years on a free WordPress account, I’d reached about 85% of my allowed media capacity and kept getting warnings about going over.  I’ve shared 14,541 photos on the blog and they take up 2.6 gigabytes worth of space.  So, it was time to upgrade, and along with a paid registration came the opportunity to become an official “dot-commer.”  You can now find this page by typing in simply “”  Celebrate good times (c’mon!).

Today’s updates fall into the “hodge podge” category.  Surprise:  I didn’t go anywhere this past weekend.  I’ve had too many other things going on house wise, career wise, and otherwise.  But I did get to enjoy spending time with a visiting friend from Oregon, beat the heat at a Sunday matinee, and attend a planning call with the NSX Club of America (NSXCA) about current events and activities.

The NSXCA, by the way, is sporting a new website of its own.  Check it out.  I can assure you the internal member page is pretty slick – including downloadable copies of the Club’s quarterly magazine, NSX Driver.  Worth the $40 membership annually if you’re an owner or even just an enthusiast.


We even occasionally get “insider” deals on stuff like, say, the new NSX.  Berlina Black, anyone?


Also in the cool car category is this stellar-looking 1982 DMC DeLorean.  Believe it or not, my boss drives this car and she’s the original owner!  She was proud to show it off last Friday at the office and the next time we get the chance, we’re taking it for a spin.  Maybe I can even get some time behind the wheel.  Unfortunately Shea Blvd doesn’t have anywhere we could safely get up to 88 miles per hour, so maybe another time we could try that.


My friend Kyle and I did an overnight car swap which was a nice change of pace.  He borrowed the ILX and I got the keys to his 400-hp 2005 Pontiac GTO 6-speed.  It has just a little over 101,000 miles on the odometer but looks showroom fresh inside & out thanks to Kyle’s attention to detail.  I was a little paranoid to even drive the thing, but I greatly enjoyed my commute home on Friday afternoon.   The GTO is a car that demands brute force to drive.  The clutch is heavy, the gear shift takes effort, and the doors close with a resounding thud.  There is nothing delicate or dainty about this car.  Not to mention the fact that the exhaust note will awaken anyone within earshot – a mile away.


The Integra came back into service after a couple-week hiatus.  Tait Johnson, better known as “Hon-Man” of Tempe, Arizona, went through the old 1992 GS-R and gave it a real thorough once-over.


The main service item he addressed was a timing belt & water pump change.  This is a routine maintenance item in most 1990s Honda cars, due every eight (?) years or 90,000 miles.  In the Legend, I routinely hit the mileage limit before the time limit over the years.  Additionally, I had Tait address a couple of suspension/braking concerns and install a new catalytic converter.  Some of you may recall that this car failed emissions last month when I tried getting it registered for the first time here in Arizona.  Now she’s passed with flying colors.


List of completed maintenance items


Emissions report – success!


And Arizona’s newest resident!  “Action Auto Title,” by the way – shown in the background – is a third-party DMV agent that I’m trying out for the first time.  Do you hate going to the DMV as much as I do?  This place was a breeze!  I was assisted immediately.  The plate was cozy and smelled of a scented candle.  And the rates are only a fraction more expensive than the DMV.   $55 for two year tags – you just can’t beat that.


I whizzed out to Tonopah on Saturday in the Legend to get its fluids up and moving.  This car won’t be seeing much action until the National Acura Legend Meet (NALM) in Atlanta this coming September.




I polished tips on both the sedan & the Integra.


Later that evening, I stopped by the weekly “Pavilions” car show in Scottsdale.  My friend Michael was attending in his black 2006 Acura TL that he wanted me to check out.  It’s in great shape for being 10 years old!



My friend Justin made his arrival from Roseburg, Oregon on Sunday afternoon.  He’s a fellow car nut who I’ve followed on Instagram for some time now.  And for whatever reason, he decided to leave his beautiful, green state and subject himself to summer’s wrath here in Phoenix during the hottest time of the year.


His 2010 Audi A3 TDI wagon got him around in style, though.


Speaking of Oregonians, congratulations are going out to my buddy Ira in Portland who took delivery of a 2016 TLX in Crystal Black Pearl on Monday.  His new ride is outfitted with the complete Sport Underbody Kit and the accessory wheels.  Instead of a key handoff, his drive-away was accompanied by a (very) “high five.”


And lastly, I don’t know how my buddy Alex does it, but he has a way with capturing odometer readings.  Check this one out.  Rolling over 95,000 miles, with a 95-degree external temperature, driving 59 miles per hour.

Thanks for sharing, Alex!  I can’t compete with that!


Weekend Road Trip: Phoenix to San Diego, California for James’ Birthday

Posted in California, ILX, Road Trip on July 18, 2016 by tysonhugie

Odometer (Legend):  543,881


Odometer (ILX):  175,686


Trip Distance:  730 Miles


You really can’t get a much better  7-day weather forecast than this.  Highs in the 70s. Lows in the 60s.


It’s no wonder us Phoenicians don’t think twice about flocking to the coastline in mid-summer for a gasp of sea air from time to time.  Yesterday afternoon, I was sprawled in the shade of a palm tree on the grass at the Hotel del Coronado.  The Pacific coast was a picture of perfection:  a light breeze, the sound of the crashing waves, and the smell of fresh flowers.  The grounds at the “del” were immaculate as always.  The historic hotel, built in 1888, has always been a place for San Diego’s elite to vacation.  It’s no wonder the cost for 2 hours of parking is $30 and brunch costs $90.


My seven friends and I didn’t pay for either, as we’d opted to park several blocks away (for free) on a surface street and we ate at Panda Express instead.  But at least the scenery didn’t cost us a penny, and I think a couple of the guys may have even snagged a seashell or two to take home as a souvenir.

The reason for the season was a birthday gathering:  James turned 30 last week and he decided to take the party to Southern California.  It’s only about a five-and-a-half hour drive from Phoenix to San Diego, and with enough advance notice, James was able to arrange an “AirBNB” home for our group in the convenient North Park part of town, right off the I-8 and I-805 freeways.


Kyle took the wheel of the ILX on Friday afternoon for the drive out so that I could telecommute from the road, in the passenger seat.  By the time we descended to sea level at the coastline, the sun had dipped below the Pacific and nighttime had fallen.  Our three-story home for the weekend was right off Idaho Street & El Cajon Boulevard:  “The Gateway to Mid City.”  Saturday morning took us to Pacific Beach which was bustling with people and entertainment.  The water temperature was brisk initially but really not all that bad.  I’d forgotten my flip-flops so I spent $5.99 on a two-pack of them at CVS Pharmacy which promptly fell apart as soon as a strong wave ripped one off my feet.  I guess I got my money’s worth.



We spent the evening in San Diego’s uptown “Hillcrest” district, exploring the streets, freeways, and cuisine.  I twas a a contrast to see the many people outside enjoying the weather.  Central Phoenix after-hours is usually somewhat of a ghost town in comparison.


That brings us to our visit to Coronado Island on Sunday morning.  Once isolated from ‘mainland’ San Diego, Coronado (Spanish for “crowned one”) became connected in 1969 thanks to a 2.12-mile, curved bridge.  It’s five lanes wide with the center lane reserved for emergency use as well as a reversible lane for peak traffic times.  Up until 2002, the bridge cost a $1.00-per-car toll for westbound traffic, but that toll was discontinued after the original bond had been paid.  Today, the roadway carries 75,000 vehicles per day.  We encountered fairly heavy traffic not on the bridge itself, but after arriving on the island and making our way to Hotel del Coronado.  (not my pic here)



Interestingly enough, the San Diego – Coronado Bridge is the third-deadliest “suicide bridge” in the United States.  Between 1972 and 2000, some 200 people jumped to their deaths.  There are signs along the road urging people to call a suicide hotline.  Yikes.


The Hotel del Coronado is home to what is believed to be the world’s oldest living Christmas tree.  First decorated in 1904, a huge pine tree on the grounds continues to be decorated every December.  Unfortunately I didn’t snag a picture of it, but it was far too big to fit in the viewfinder when I walked underneath it anyway!

Interstate 8 brought us back to the desert on Sunday afternoon, where reality soon set in and it was time to do laundry and get ready for the work week.  But the memories will live on we’re glad we got to enjoy the birthday festivities in such an awesome place as San Diego.  Thanks for joining for the trip!

Shell station in Gila Bend, Arizona


Sunset and windmills on westbound I-8 Friday night


Pacific Beach on Saturday with Rob and James


This is a “Baked Bear” ice cream sandwich.  Cookie on one end, brownie on the other end, and cookie dough ice cream in the middle.  TDF (to die for).  Especially since the cookie & brownie were warmed up.


Kyle borrowed the ILX and we drove behind for a block or two in James’ Lexus RX450h.


Entering El Cajon Boulevard


Crossing the San Diego – Coronado Bridge


Arriving at the Hotel del Coronado


Group photo overlooking at the beach at the hotel:  Rob, Kyle, James, Tyson, Chandler, Jack, Michael, Chris


ILX after fueling up in Tavern Rd in Alpine


Have a great week!

“RealTime Collection Hall” Honda Museum Unveiling – Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Posted in Car Show on July 15, 2016 by tysonhugie

Odometer (Legend):  543,818


Odometer (ILX):  174,826


This must be what Honda Heaven looks like!


Acura race team driver Peter Cunningham knows a thing or two about vintage Hondas.  After all, he’s driven them competitively since 1987 – nearly 30 years!  Peter’s car collection has now grown to include some of the rarest of the rare – including a vehicle or two that were never even originally sold here in the United States.  He and I go back quite a ways.  In fact, I threw him the key to my NSX last October at the Palm Springs NSXPO so he could take it for a spin.


I caught a flight to Milwaukee on Wednesday morning bright and early from Phoenix.  Luckily, my “early bird” Southwest check-in gave me an “A” group boarding priority so I was able to get a window seat right over the wing, just where I wanted it.  In-air travel time was right around 3 hours.  Right off the bat in MKE, I noticed how humid it was – but I wasn’t complaining – the temperature, at 88 degrees, was 20 cooler than back home.


My yellow 2016 Kia Rio from Dollar Rental was a sight for sore eyes.


At least I wasn’t at risk of losing it in a parking lot.  I was, however, in dire need of re-learning to drive an automatic transmission.  I exited the rental car lot and realized I still had my inspection waiver I needed to give back to the attendant.  So I had to loop around and re-enter the garage.  I found a place to quickly park the car with the hazard flashers on so I could run over and turn in the paperwork.  It wasn’t until a few minutes later when I returned to the car that I realized:  I had left it idling in “DRIVE” with the emergency brake activated the whole time.  As in, I hadn’t even put the car in park.  Doofus move.  But that’s how I’m used to driving my stick shifts!  Coast into a space, pull up on the brake, and voila.  Thankfully the Rio didn’t go anywhere while I’d stepped away.


The location of Peter’s museum was about 20 minutes north via Interstate 43.  It’s a convenient area with easy freeway access.  I wasn’t sure until arriving exactly who had been invited nor what to expect during the program.


Peter’s Collection Hall – dubbed “RealTime” Collection Hall – is named after the race team with which he’s competitively driven since the 1980s.  Among the vehicles on display is a souped-up Acura TSX which itself is a seasoned RealTime race veteran.  The location of the Hall is not far from RealTime Racing’s headquarters in Saukville.  Aside from a small sticker on the glass front door, it’s not well marked, and that’s by design.  This is intended, after all, to be an exclusive, invite-only, private facility for special occasions like this first one.


The interior space is divided into a few distinct areas:  Immediately upon entering the building, the showroom greets the visitor with a highly-polished concrete floor and special signage.  A glass counter showcases rare brochures and other artifacts from Honda history.  And included in this area is Peter’s pride and joy – a 1981 Accord 3-door with 4,657 original miles on it.  The car at 35 years old is so well-preserved it seems like it may have been teleported through time.



Continuing on into the first of two warehouse areas, the walls are lined with special Honda and Acura automobiles that are backed into their assigned parking spaces.  For this grand opening, the center aisle was filled lengthwise with end-to-end banquet tables that had dinner seating capacity for I would guess at least 100 people.


At the far end of this room is a painstakingly-constructed reproduction façade of Honda’s original North American headquarters which was located in Los Angeles in the 1960s.  The signage, aspect ratio, and even drainage system (though indoors) has been designed in exact detail to mirror that of the original building.  The “real” location (4077 Pico Boulevard), incidentally, is currently up for lease and most recently housed an acupuncture studio.


There were too many cool cars on display to even begin to comment about each, so I’ll post a 5-minute video below and let my readers take a stroll through the Hall at their own leisure.  The opening night program consisted of a few remarks by Peter from the balcony while everyone was seated for dinner (catered by Poco Loco Cantina).

Peter acknowledged the many people who had traveled great distances to attend.  One guest, Guido, had flown in all the way from Germany.  Among those who’d been invited were a few great friends of mine, including Jhae from Phoenix, Ben who I’ve known for years from the NSX community, and Scott & Sandy who are friends from Palm Springs who I visit regularly.  Ben and I posed for a photo next to the 1987 and 1990 Legends on display.


On Thursday I woke up to sunny weather in Glendale and spent the morning getting my bearings with the neighborhood.  I’d arranged to meet my friend Brad near the WI/IL state line but we hadn’t yet defined a meeting point.  My drive down I-43 and I-94 was a breeze – within about an hour I’d already pulled over for a customary photo at the Illinois state line.


Our meeting point ended up being Kenosha, a beach town on Lake Michigan.  It was great to catch up with Brad and also take a gander at his 2004 Honda Accord coupe 5-speed which he’s had since new.  I offered to trade him my yellow Kia for it but he didn’t entertain the idea.


Back at the Milwaukee airport, I made myself at home at Gate C21 by spending about an hour wiping out 250 missed emails from my work inbox.  Reality set in about 3.5 hours later when I came out of the Phoenix Sky Harbor terminal and walked into the blow dryer that is our summer evening weather.  Gotta love it!  Thanks for coming along!

I took this photo before flying out so that I could remember my parking space


Traditional flight beverage:  OJ!


This is the interior of that <5k mile 1981 Accord


The Power of Dreams, indeed!


My favorite car in the collection:  Peter’s “Monaco Blue” Acura NSX.  It’s one of only 3 in this combination (black interior, 6-speed manual transmission) for the model year.


Hey, that looks familiar!  Peter has a GS-R similar to mine and with almost the same odometer reading (241,000).


This 1995 Accord was something special.  “DX” base model:  Manual windows, manual mirrors, manual locks, no radio, no air conditioning, and a 5-speed manual transmission.  Bare bones, but with fewer than 10,000 miles!


This is a 1966 Honda T360:  Honda’s first production automobile!


Column shift manual transmission.  That would be fun to drive!


Here’s the man with the vision!  Peter himself.


RealTime race driver Ryan Eversley and his girlfriend Jen were seated next to me.


Jake Cole (fellow NSX fanatic), Peter, and me


What is this stuff around the wheel well of this Ford Taurus?  Rust is abundant in WI and something I rarely see in my area.


Some nice homes in the Glendale area.


Headed south toward the Illinois state line



Lake Michigan in the background, as seen from Kenosha.


It’s pretty out there, and weather couldn’t have been better.


Brad’s 2004 Accord was looking good in the parking lot at lunch.


Have a great weekend!

Oceanfront Property in Arizona: Road Trip to Miami

Posted in Arizona, ILX, Road Trip on July 12, 2016 by tysonhugie

Odometer (Legend):  543,818


Odometer (Vigor):  105,755


Odometer (ILX):


Trip Distance:  164 Miles


I’m really giving you all quite the summer 2016 vacation!  It seems only fitting that this weekend’s destination is as much of a vacation spot as last week’s (“Florence“).  Miami, Florida would have been a stretch for a weekend drive – some 2,363 miles from home – not quite close enough for a day-trip.  But Miami, Arizona is.  And it’s been about 5 years since I last talked about that little spot on the map, in October 2011.  So let’s go back and take a look around.


Like most of the towns in Arizona’s wild western frontier, Miami got its start in the mining industry in the 1870s.  The hills of the surrounding area were rich with copper, and prospectors flocked to be a part of the industry in those early years.  Miami proper was founded in 1907 and tracts of land were officially sold for development after the first train arrived there in 1909.  Within a year, there were about 1,300 people calling it home.  Interestingly enough, 100 years later, that population had only grown by about 500 people.


Today, Miami is a quiet (and even run-down) little community that while only 77 miles from the hustle and bustle of urban Scottsdale, feels like stepping back in time a century or so.  My friend Rob decided to join me for the drive.  It took us only about 90 minutes to get to Miami from my home – straight east on US Highway 60 and through a pass in the Superstition Mountains in my ILX.  Along the way we stopped in a similarly time-warped community called Superior.


Most of Miami is pretty run-down.  The residential side-streets – many of which are so skinny they’re one-way – have poor pavement conditions and steep grades.  The small homes are sad, with crumbling foundations and stair steps.  Most have chain link fences around their yards and “NO TRESPASSING” signs in abundance.  One particular such sign was kind of entertaining.  “Do I have to speak to you in 12 gauge?” with the image of a gun.  Real friendly neighborhood over there!


A friend had recommended some Mexican grub so we made our way down to Guayo’s El Rey restaurant.  We happened to time our arrival right when church let out, apparently.  The place flooded with hungry (but well-dressed) lunch-goers as soon as we’d been seated.  “Anything to drink?” asked the waittress.  “Sure, a Diet Coke,” I said.  Before she even turned to Rob to ask for his beverage order, she’d walked away.  She brought back a pitcher of Diet Coke for both of us.  I guess she figured we both wanted the same thing!  At least the food was delicious.


Miami’s Sullivan Street is the main thoroughfare – or was, at least, until the current US Highway 60 was put in a block to the south.  The owner of one antique store that Rob and I visited told us that Miami was once home to 30 brothels during its boom.  I enjoyed walking through a few of the historic shops.  I was surprised to come around the corner in one of them and see the front end of a 1950 Buick in there:  The exact same car that my Grandpa Hugie owned in 1954.  I’ve blogged about it here.


Unfortunately, that Buick (or piece of it, anyway) wasn’t for sale but I left my contact information with the store owner in case they ever decide to part with it.  Rob and I cruised back to civilization after enjoying a few minutes on Memory Lane.  Thanks for being a part of the adventure!

We got a kick out of how the road stripes lead right up to the front door of the Pinal County Administration Building in Superior


Sullivan Street, Miami


These railroad tracks just end!


I read this as “Slow Children At Play.”


Overlooking Miami from someone’s driveway


Don’t try and eat at Guayo’s El Rey on a Wednesday!


This is the combo #1.  Shredded beef taco, enchilada, and a refried bean tostada.  Are my food connoisseurs in the blog audience happier with this than they were with my buffalo chicken bites last week?


ILX parked on Sullivan


Making friends with a “fry guy” statue


Rob checking out the wares inside the antique shop


The soda fountain isn’t open yet


Headed back toward Phoenix via US 60


Queen Creek Tunnel (1952)


What did you think of my new T-shirt?


Couple other news bits!  You all remember that 1993 L sedan I had for about a year?  It’s been in Florida for a few weeks now and it’s getting a full restoration, courtesy of my friend Alan.  Follow his “Build Thread” here!


Alan at work!


My brother Bentley sent me a progress picture yestererday showing the new leather he’s installing in my NSX.


Thanks to my friend Erik for sending me this awesome calendar featuring European Domestic Market Hondas!


Finally, a few have asked for a more thorough recent video of the Legend.  I pulled it out on Saturday for a cruise and filmed 11 minutes’ worth of action for you.  I’m going to leave this “Unlisted” instead of public since I realize that it makes it look like I ran a stop sign at 6:30.  In the words of the movie Clueless, “I totally paused!”

Have a great week!

4th of July Weekend 2016: Florence, Arizona Road Trip

Posted in Arizona, Legend, Road Trip on July 6, 2016 by tysonhugie

Odometer (Legend):  543,770


Odometer (ILX):  174,186


Trip Distance:  135 Miles


On one end of the spectrum, you have Florence, Italy:  the home of the Renaissance and the capital of Italy’s Tuscany Region.  It’s a place filled with art, culture, and class.  It would take about a 15-hour flight to get there.  At the complete other end of the spectrum, there’s another Florence I’d like to introduce you to:  Florence, Arizona.  It’s the capital of Pinal County, home to one of the state’s largest prison facilities, and a now-defunct railroad stop.  But, you can get there in about an hour from Phoenix and it offers a “culture” all its own.


I took my Legend coupe out for a half-day of exploration on Sunday morning to give Florence a whirl.  Along the way, I stopped at a noteworthy waypoint suggested by Roadside America:  The Pork Shop in San Tan Valley.  This place is known for its meat.  They have seven types of smoked bacon, as well as sausages and burritos.  At 9:45 in the morning I wasn’t hungry for any of those items, and I think it may have been closed for the day anyway, but that didn’t stop be from taking a few pictures out front next to the giant tank that’s been decked out like a pink pig.


I zig-zagged my way across the desert southeast of Phoenix as I made my way toward Florence on two-lane roads, often times with telephone poles alongside me.  There was really no one else on the roads so it was a chance to turn up the volume on my Jock Jams or whatever else was playing on the iPod at the time.  I do recall having “Every Day Is a Winding Road,” by Sheryl Crow coming on and thinking that was an appropriate soundtrack for my drive.


Hooking up with Highway 79 at the T in the road, I headed south and Florence was just 4 more miles down the highway.  It took just a few minutes of winding through the historic downtown district to get a feel for the lay of the land.  Main Street was dead – a total ghost town if it weren’t for the random C6 Corvette parked southbound on the west side of the street in front of some shops.


I snagged a few photos and started thinking about lunch.  Unfortunately my first choice was a place that wasn’t open.  Painted in bold blue letters were the words DONUTS and SALAD BAR.  That struck me as an odd combination of food offerings.  They must be trying to cater to a wide variety of clientele.  Maybe I could a glazed donut with a splash of ranch dressing?


I ended up continuing westward on Highway 287 to Coolidge for lunch instead of eating in Florence — it was still early anyway.  So early, in fact, that when I arrived at my destination – “Gallopin’ Goose” – it was still 20 minutes before they opened.  For some reason, even though the sign says “Breakfast All Day,” the place doesn’t open until 11:00 a.m.  Go figure.  I guess everyone in Coolidge eats breakfast really late.


As it turns out, it was worth the wait.  I had the place to myself and also the attention of the entire wait staff.  I sat myself at the bar and was immediately helped by “Chrissy” who was laying on the flirts pretty thick.  Before I’d even been handed a menu, she’d rattled off about 5 or 6 drink specials.  “Just a lemonade please,” I told her.  It was quiet in there – just the sound of country music on the jukebox!


Appetizers were buy-one, get-one-half-off so I went with the buffalo chicken “bites,” and the chips & salsa.  I probably only ate half what was given to me, so Chrissy got me two styrofoam boxes and a styrofoam cup (for the salsa) to take my leftovers.  The Legend doesn’t have a cup holder.  I think this was the first time I’ve ever had to hold a cup full of salsa between my legs as I drove away.  Right down the street from Gallopin’ you’ll find the Casa Grande Ruins.


I had one more visit to pay before looping back to the Phoenix area, and that was to say hello to my friends Mark and Rosalinda Bandoni.  I’ve known them for the better part of a decade and they’re good people.  In fact, they invited me to their wedding 7 years ago.  Today, they live in a two-story home there in Coolidge and have a kitty named Abra and three vehicles.  Mark has developed his hobby of model car building in recent years and he showed me his growing collection of completed projects.  I never had the patience to work on stuff like that.


The return drive was mostly on Interstate 10, since I decided to take an easy path by hitting the freeway at the McCartney Road interchange.  It was a nice little Sunday loop and I hope you enjoyed taking it with me!


Cruising through San Tan Valley, Arizona.  It’s pretty desolate out there.


Vintage looking signage on Main Street in Florence.


Building in Florence


Lunch at Gallopin’ Goose.


Mark’s review of G.G. wasn’t all that praiseworthy!


What’s wrong with this picture?  Ugh.


I thought this sign inside Mark’s garage was kind of funny.


The Integra got tint yesterday!


My receipt at Texas Roadhouse the other night said it right!


Have a great rest of your week, all!

Green Acura Photoshoot & July 2016 Diecast Model Car Update

Posted in Integra, Model Cars, Vigor on July 2, 2016 by tysonhugie

Odometer (Legend Coupe):  543,567


Odometer (Legend Sedan):  150,392


Odometer (Vigor):  105,648


Odometer (Integra):  236,457


If you’re color blind, I apologize, but we have to make a miniscule distinction here:

  • Arcadia Green Pearl:  BG-30P
  • Aztec Green Pearl:  BG-29P

They’re only off by one number!  And, when you get those two side by side, it’s easy to see why!



Teal green was such a 90’s thing, wasn’t it?  I remember that even the home my parents built back in 1994 had teal green carpet in it.  This is a picture of my youngest brother Payton, sometime in the mid-90’s.  Not so sure about the look on his face, but who who ever thought it was a good idea to wash down scrambled eggs with Diet Coke?  Bleh.


Anyway, I sort of miss seeing green on the roadways.  Maybe it’ll make a comeback?  I decided to pull my two green machines out for a few photographs in the afternoon heat just for the sake of comparing the two shades.  But first, a photo with Jack’s 2006 RSX which happened to be at my house at the time.  Separated by 14 years!


Integra is scheduled for new window tint on Tuesday.  I’ll go with 20% like the Vigor has.


I worked up a sweat running around to get these pics.


Some wear & tear on on the front end here (consistent with 236k miles) and I’m trying to track down the “plugs” that cover up the holes where the license plate used to bolt in.


The neighbors don’t care about me blocking the road.  I’ve done it dozens of times before.


Blinded by the light.


I was asked a week or so ago by a loyal blog follower if I could provide an update on my “other” cars:  The ones that reside on my rooftop.  So, here are current pictures of the fleet of diecast 1:18 scale models that have been living on my chimney since around 2009.  The purpose of this exercise, at least initially, was to regularly monitor the wear & tear that each vehicle experienced due to being exposed to the weather.  I was good about taking photos every 6 months for a couple of years, but lately I forget the cars are even up there unless someone reminds me.

As it turns out, Mother Nature hasn’t been too friendly to them.  Take, for example, the current condition of my BMW 3-series convertible.








The car that’s weathered the (literal) storms the best has definitely been my black 1957 Ford Thunderbird.  Aside from a little bit of chipping on the nose, the paint is all intact (though oxidized).  And since this car is parked on the west-facing side of the chimney, it receives more daily Arizona sunlight than most of the others.


The plastics have discolored but I bet the paint would buff out with a wax job.  Should I try some on the trunk?


I think this is a 312-cubic-inch V8 motor.  It might take some TLC to get it running again.


The Maserati 3200GT was red at one time.  Then it faded to pink, and now there is very little paint at all clinging to dear life.


Sorry, but Italian build quality is not impressing me right now!


The Mercedes-Benz 500SL is looking pretty rough as well.  The plastic grille slats have completely disintegrated.  Here in Arizona we receive about 300 days of sunshine per year.  So if this car’s been up there for 7 years, that’s 2,100 days of being beat on.



The Nomad is looking like a real restoration candidate.  It was well kept in the beginning.





Someone needs to do a full restoration on this thing now.


Hope everyone is having a great holiday weekend!

New Acquisition: “Aztec Green” 1992 Acura Integra GS-R

Posted in Integra on June 30, 2016 by tysonhugie

Odometer (Legend):  543,542


Odometer (ILX):  173,425


Odometer (Integra):  236,453


From a 1992 Acura full-line brochure:

In March of 1986, the Acura Division was created to accomplish a deceptively straightforward mission:  offer the best-engineered, most satisfying automobiles in the world.  In the five years since, Acura automobiles have firmly established themselves as acknowledged leaders in every facet of automotive design and engineering.  The name Acura has come to represent an impressive line of true drivers’ cars, each painstakingly engineered to enhance the driving experience.

To this end, every Acura is a synthesis of state-of-the-art performance, stimulating handling, carefully honed ergonomics, innovative safety engineering, refined aerodynamics, and unprecedented dependability.  From the exotic NSX to the elegant and sophisticated Legend Sedan and Legend Coupe, the aggressive new Vigor and the responsive Integra sports sedans, each Acura has been acclaimed unreservedly by the automotive press.  And each has been received just as enthusiastically by an even more influential group of automotive critics:  the people who own Acura automobiles.

I was only 4 years old on March 27, 1986 when the Acura brand launched.  I can’t believe it’s over been 3 decades.   But by the late 1990’s, I was obsessing over my mom’s “Rio Red” 1990 Integra GS sedan as a teenager.


Wasn’t mom stylin’ with her “C TIA GO” plate?  (Her name’s Tia)


I pulled that baby right onto our front lawn in St. George, Utah for a photo.


These lines still look good today.  Frameless door windows, just like my Vigor.


There was nothing ultra special about that particular car.  It had an automatic transmission and retailed at just $16,675 as Acura’s entry level offering.  Perhaps its most memorable features were the motorized safety belts for the front seats.  They’d zoom around as soon as you closed the door.  Forget air bags, though.  Safety tech was a whole different ballgame back then.

In May 2000, Britney Spears came out with “Oops, I Did It Again” and I was a graduating from high school.


Well, 16 years later.  Oops.  I’ve adopted another project Acura.  This marks, I think, my 15th Acura overall and the 6th that I currently own.  Please join me in welcoming to the fleet an Aztec Green 1992 Acura Integra GS-R.  This completes the collection for now, as I’ve picked up enough vehicles to re-create this image from an early 1990s Acura brochure.  Pictured left to right:  Legend coupe, Vigor, Integra coupe.  Front and center:  NSX.


I have met some awesome Honda-heads along my 18 years (and hundreds of thousands of miles) of driving.  One of them is Lance Roling from the Seattle area.  I connected with Lance through a mutual friend who I’d met via some Acura Integra enthusiast forums (  We started chatting in May 2015 when I learned that Lance had an Integra GS-R — the last piece I needed to complete my jigsaw puzzle of Acuras.  We met in real life six months later when he came on a visit to Arizona.  And now, I’ve managed to pry that GS-R out of Lance’s hands.


This GS-R is remarkably well kept.  Try to remember the last time you saw a second-generation (1990-1993) Integra that hadn’t been motor-swapped, lowered to the ground, and driven to hell & back.  Lance’s car had some modifications done to it which have been painstakingly reversed, bringing the car back to stock condition as if it were 1992 all over again.  Anyone who’s tried finding parts for a Honda that’s more than 20 years old knows how tough it can be to source such items, but he leveraged his network and got it done.  Throughout the restoration process, he sent me photos.

If you want to cut to the chase, here’s a 6-minute video showing the first time I saw the car, a part of the drive home, and a walkaround at home in Arizona.

Here now are all 6 of my Acuras and original MSRPs.

  • 1992 Integra GS-R:  $18,540
  • 1992 NSX:  $65,000
  • 1994 Vigor GS:  $28,735
  • 1994 Legend LS Coupe:  $41,885
  • 1994 Legend GS Sedan:  $41,885
  • 2013 ILX 2.4:  $30,095

Total $226,140 — Nearly 1/4 million dollars in cars if considered by their original prices, but not worth a fraction of that today.  I’m planning on making a full-blown “introduction” post to each of my cars at some point in the coming weeks, and (of course!) even re-creating a series of official Acura brochure photographs with my own versions of those press cars.  The latest addition is a GS-R model, which was the highest-performing Integra of its time and was offered for only 2 years in this second generation bodystyle.


The car is powered by a 1.7-liter 4-cylinder motor pushing 160 horsepower.  Updates from the base models become apparent starting with the exterior.  The GS-R has more aggressively-styled front and rear bumpers, body-colored side moldings, and VTEC / GS-R badges.


The engine itself was a remarkable feat of engineering which set itself apart for developing such power from a small package.  At that time, it produced more power per liter than any other normally-aspirated car sold in the United States.  I think that achievement was later beat by another high-revving Honda, the S2000 roadster.


Production numbers in specific detail (by color) have never been disclosed by American Honda, but it is known that following were the numbers for GS-R models in total by region (thanks Wikipedia):

  • USA 1992 Integra GS-R:  3,118 units
  • USA 1993 Integra GS-R:  850 units
  • Canada 1992 Integra GS-R:  602 units
  • Canada 1993 Integra GS-R:  255 units
  • Total North American production:  4,825 units


The 1992 Integra was offered in 9 different colors, but only 3 were available on the GS-R:

  • Aztec Green Pearl
  • Frost White
  • Milano Red


Here are a few “progress” pics that Lance shared with me as he got the GS-R ready over the past year or so.


The aftermarket suspension and exhaust were replaced with OEM.


Lance is a professional detailer with Ceramic Pro and put the car through a full treatment.


OEM exhaust installed.


Right rear quarter panel polished.


Spoiler clear coat refinished.


Wheels deep cleaned, inside and out!


Engine bay fully detailed.


Now sitting on OEM suspension.


My first test-drive in my new GS-R was on Tuesday, May 31st, 2016 when my friend Jason and I arrived in Seattle, Washington on the return leg of our Alaska road trip.  Lance even “reserved” milestone 234,567.8 miles for me, so that occurred during my test-drive.  I loved the car right away, so I finalized the deal with Lance.

Can you tell how excited I was?


Headed out in Woodinville to put a few miles on.


Lance in the passenger seat and Jason in the rear.


Milestone 234,567.8.  And yes that ABS light is on!


Jason said head room wasn’t all that cramped!


Fueling up at Chevron before heading back to Lance’s shop.


Now some photos from my actual pick-up of the car on June 24, 2016 and the long drive home to Arizona.  This was a long-awaited day in history, so when my 6:00 p.m. Friday night flight from Phoenix to Seattle on Southwest Airlines got delayed by nearly 90 minutes, it really put a damper on the moment!


The Seattle airport was crawling with people because Obama was in town and that sent everything into a tizzy.  But eventually my friend Stephen made it to the curb and I took a seat in his Audi A4 for the 40-ish minute drive to Woodinville where Lance had the Integra stored at his shop.  Right off the bat, I was spoiled by fantastic Seattle weather.  My friends were all in hooded sweatshirts and I hadn’t even packed anything with long sleeves.


My friend Cory rolled in with his 1997 Acura 3.5 RL to join the late night party.  (That RL, by the way, has beyond 250,000 miles on it, too).  By the time I finished my transaction with Lance and chit-chatted a bit, it was midnight so Stephen I hit the road and went to his place in Renton where we crashed out for the night.  That was my first time getting the Integra onto an onramp and having a little fun with it.  I enjoyed each of its 5 gears!


6:00 a.m. came very early on Saturday morning but Stephen and I both had places to go and people to see.  The drive home came out to around 1,600 hours and 24 hours of travel time.


Deja vu was the feeling as I headed east on Interstate 90 over Snoqualmie Pass since I had just been there a few weeks ago on the trip back from Alaska in my ILX.  Weather conditions were foggy but the road was dry and traffic was light.  Here’s where I started getting to know my new Integra.  The tape deck iPod adapter did its job, but I honestly did not even listen to any music for about the first couple of hours.  I was too busy enjoying the sound of that 1.7 liter humming along at 4,200 RPM at 75 miles an hour.


The car is honestly a big fatiguing to drive long distances.  The windows are frameless so there is a higher than normal level of wind noise.  The engine note is understandably pronounced, and because it’s a hatchback with little sound deadening out back, the road noise also becomes a factor.  On top of that it’s a pretty tightly-sprung car with lots of energy and light weight.  Result?  I proclaim it a far better canyon-carver then interstate cruiser.  But I already knew that would be the case.  Long hauls are why I own the Legend(s).


In a lick of time, I was already crossing across the Columbia River Bridge and into northern Oregon.  I stopped briefly at the Welcome Center but the front door was locked (even though I was within business hours).  I found a neat little side-road just northwest of La Grande; it was historic Highway 30 that carried traffic through the region before Interstate 84 was punched through.  I checked out a now-decommissioned bridge and hiked around for a few minutes to stretch my legs, then continued on into La Grande.



Pumping one’s own gas in Oregon is against the law, as I mentioned on the return from Alaska.  I asked the gal at the Shell station to “fill ‘er up” with Premium, and she asked, “V Power 91, or ethanol-free 91?”  What in the world?  I’ve never heard of a station having two kinds of 91 to choose from.  I went with ethanol free, then had lunch at a restaurant called Smokehouse in the downtown district.  Meatloaf was top-notch.


I set my sights on Idaho because I knew I had a special event to be a part of there – Josh’s 500,000 milestone – so I was motivated to keep moving as quickly as I could.  The Idaho Welcome Center was a perfect setting to catch my breath one more time.  Temperatures were in the mid-70’s and the grassy lawn was well maintained.  I sat down in the shade and soaked in the scenery because I knew that within a couple of days I’d be back in the Arizona heat.


After Josh and I hung out for awhile in Kuna (outskirts of Boise), I left town and headed toward Twin Falls, Idaho which was only about 2 hours away.  I soon ran into a motel crisis unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my travels.  About 25 minutes outside town, I decided to call ahead and get my reservation at Motel 6 set up.  I was surprised to learn that there was no vacancy.  ANYWHERE!  I called a total of about 15 places in both Twin Falls as well as in the next town, Burley, and found nothing.  Apparently there was some event going on at the nearby Snake River that sold everything out.  Look at my outgoing call list & times.


The result was that I ended up having to drive another two hours to the next available stopping point, which happened to be my dad’s place in northern Utah.  The speed limit in desolate southern Idaho was 80 miles an hour, so I held close to a van in front of me that was doing about 85 and pressed onward into the night (after stopping for a Red Bull as I needed a caffeine kick to remain alert).  I made it and happily passed out on a “real” bed later on.


Everything from Utah onward felt like a drive around my neighborhood because I’ve traveled those roads so frequently over the last 18 years since I got my license.  I hauled dad, stepmom, and step-sister to breakfast at “Herm’s Inn” (pictured above) on Sunday morning and later paid a visit to my friend Ryan who let me tool around in his Honda S2000 for a few miles.  In Salt Lake City, I visited my friends Branson and Jeremy who are fellow “car guys,” and it was good to catch up with them.  I pressed on through the evening hours and made it to my mom’s in St. George just in time to catch the a vivid sunset hitting the red rocks of Pioneer Park on the north end of town.


My final 400-mile stretch to Scottsdale took place on Monday evening.  There was a 45-minute delay on Interstate 15 south of Mesquite, Nevada due to a semi truck accident.  I was relieved that the Integra performed well in the stop-and-go traffic, despite ambient temperatures at 113 degrees and with the A/C on full blast.  I was home by 9 p.m. and pooped!


It was a special and memorable opportunity to pick up this Integra and I hope you enjoyed coming along for the ride!

Here are more photos from this adventure.

Stephen, Cory, myself in Woodinville, WA on pick-up night


With Cory, Stephen, and Cory’s RL


Saturday morning in Renton, WA.  So much green!


Departing Stephen’s house.  His Legend GS hides at right, under a cover.


I-90 seems like a familiar place to me these days.


Feast your eyes on those RPMs in 5th gear!  Yeah, the ABS light is (still) on.


Ascending Snoqualmie Pass with some fog ahead.


Happy behind the wheel!


Quick meeting with Stephen (again) as he’d caught up to me.


Chug some of that 92!


Everyone remember “automatic” seat belts?  This Integra has them.  They run on a motorized track.


Oregon Welcome Center



Crossing the (now-decommissioned) bridge on Hwy 30 in Perry, near La Grande.


Historic downtown La Grande, Oregon


I liked this old JC Penney storefront


Meatloaf for lunch!


Little bit late on the Idaho state line shot!  This is all I caught!


Checking oil at a rest area.  Level was good!


Lots of signage for the Oregon Trail.  One of my favorite old computer games!


Dusk falling in Burley, Idaho when I was in the process of trying to find a motel.


The rest of my drive that night.


Taking the family to breakfast on Sunday


Visiting Ryan and his Audi compound!


The white 1994 S4 was my favorite of the bunch.


We also took his S2000 out for a top-down cruise.


Sharing the road in Cache Valley with some bicyclists.


Visiting Branson in South Jordan, UT.   This is his 1995 Legend LS 6-speed with 171,000 miles.



And visiting Jeremy in Herriman, Utah with his BMW 5-series.


Arrival in southern Utah – photos at Pioneer Park in St. George.



It seemed only fitting that I get a photo at the same home where mom’s red Integra had been parked, some 20 years ago.


Home sweet home.



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