It’s hard being the youngest sibling, particularly when your big brothers and sisters are blessed with brains, brawn and beauty, so pity the poor Mazda RX-8. Revealed at the North American Auto Show in 2001, it was born into the shadow of the world-beating MX-5, with the extra weight of trying to live up to the RX-7 sitting heavy on its shoulders.
Throw into the mix the fact that it quickly developed a reputation for oil and fuel thirst in alarmingly similar measure – with the inevitable unreliability when the former was neglected – and it seemed doomed to failure.
Yet it would soldier on for a decade in production (eight years in Europe because it failed to meet emissions regulations), to the tune of nearly 200,000 cars, developing a minor cult following for the twin joys of its Wankel rotary engine and innovative barn doors.
As a classic, with the rigours of the daily grind consigned to history – not to mention the more attentive ministrations of most classic owners – it starts to make a lot more sense.
Not least because it’s brilliant fun to drive. Picture an MX-5 with four seats, a roof and the ability to safely rev to 9000rpm and you’re pretty much in the right ballpark. There’s the same lightness of controls, the same agility (and firm ride), and the same wonderfully short, notchy gearshift.






