You all know it. You all want it. But you definitely don't own one, unless you're some billionaire. It's the Spirit Ryuju, a car so legendary that you now need to sell the house, your kidneys, and receive government funding in order to get yourself one. So, once you've finally sold your enormous trillion-dollar company and got your 20-year-old sports coupe, what's it like? Well, below 3000 rpm, not much, to be honest. But of course you haven't bought your Ryuju to trundle around town, you've bought it to l̶o̶c̶k̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶g̶a̶r̶a̶g̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶k̶e̶e̶p̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶1̶0̶,̶0̶0̶0̶ ̶m̶i̶l̶e̶s̶ drive it hard! So you mash the gas, and you find out what it's like. The turbos wake up, there's a whooshing like the entire car's being sucked into a wormhole, and you're off. You become a bolide, making those morons in jet fighters look like they're stagnant. Hah, who needs electric cars now? This is the future. Never mind that it was made 20 years ago. You're sitting at the stoplight, waiting for your next launch into the stratosphere, when a guy in an SEV Starfish pulls up. "What's the retail on one of those?" He asks. You reply, "More than you can afford, pal. Spirit."
