Shortly after graduation. Memories of burnouts in the high school parking lot, the sound of turbo-flutter, and flashbacks to trips in the back of my own Dad’s Supra bring me to search Craigslist for a MKIII of my own. A one-owner 1988 5-speed N/A pops up one day. 3k later, I am the proud owner of a Supra with parents who are now terrified of their little speed demon on the road. While dreams of slapping a turbo on the tired 300,000-mile veteran never panned out. It is official that my addiction for more power and collecting Supra’s has began.