“All the cool things people say about these cars are true.”
Do you know what’s a nice car that’s virtuous and not bad? The Nissan Skyline GT-R, particularly this R33 from the mid-1990s. Its speed is obsolete and we now can appreciate its manners on their own terms. I want to drive one.
Project cars never truly leave—they stay with us forever. (Usually in the form of oil stains, in my experience.) But sometimes, life happens and forces you to part ways. It’s best to go cherish your work while you still have it. I’m talking, of course, about ripping ultra-huge burnouts, as this 1991 Nissan Skyline…
How is it that the longer I stare at R33 Skylines the more they look like alternate universe Mustangs?
Do I need an orange-over-black Hakosuka Skyline GT-R in my life? No. Very technically, I can survive without it. A sad, hollow survival, but survival nonetheless.
There are many things you can aspire to. There are many causes to live for. What about a Nissan Skyline?
It’s a sad day for car enthusiasts as, last night, two dozen rare imports left this earth headed for Jalop heaven in a warehouse fire, The Drive reports. We fear that among the victims may be some classic JDM Nissan Skyline goodness.
I’ve found it surprisingly difficult to sell my Nissan Skyline GT-R. It isn’t due to a lack of potential buyers. There are many potential buyers. It’s just that most of them think that “ur” is an appropriate way to shorten the word “your.”
I recently had the chance to get behind the wheel of one of the most iconic, legendary, exciting automobiles of our time. I also drove my Nissan Skyline GT-R.
It’s not every day that you get to test the veracity of a dubious automotive claim made by an entire nation of car companies for more than a decade. For me, that day was last Tuesday.
I recently had the opportunity to spend an evening with several of the fine men of southern New Jersey law enforcement. This is because I was pulled over by the police twice in the span of 10 minutes last week while I was driving my imported Nissan Skyline GT-R.
I recently had the chance to drive my 1990 Nissan Skyline GT-R back-to-back with a brand new 2015 Nissan GT-R. This was like driving a riding lawnmower back-to-back with a jet ski.
I recently had the opportunity to take my imported Nissan Skyline GT-R to a Nissan dealership for service. It was the single most bizarre dealership experience I’ve ever had in my entire life, including the time I showed up at a Porsche dealer with tree branches embedded in my windshield.
I recently had the chance to compare my Nissan Skyline GT-R to a Scion FR-S. Yes, folks, that’s right: I’ve compared my legendary, powerful, fabled, privately imported, mad tyte JDM yo Nissan Skyline GT-R to a budget-priced Toyota with more interior plastic than a McDonald’s Play Place.
I’ve never driven a vehicle in my entire life that attracts as much attention as my Nissan Skyline GT-R. It’s like driving around in the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile, except everyone thinks you’re British.
I happened to stumble across this picture and holy shit this is so ‘90s I just bombed Kuwait.
I didn’t think I would like it very much. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’m willing to admit it now: when I first asked you for car suggestions, and you told me to import a Nissan Skyline GT-R, I wasn’t very excited about it. I figured it would be just another used Japanese car: an overhyped, overrated dinosaur, and…
I wanted a Lancia Delta Integrale. I really did.