Clean black - on - white main gauges with zeroes in the six - o'clock position, a meaty leather - wrapped three - spoke steering wheel with inviting bulges on the rim, and an aluminum shift knob on the six -
speed stick mark the RSX as a driver's car.
Getting on for 14 years old and with 87,000 miles on the clock, it nevertheless seems like a remarkably honest, unmolested example, carrying a predictable ragbag of minor niggles that would be easy to put right: a dodgy sunroof seal that generates a gale of wind - noise at
speed (alleviated by raising the tilt action of the sunroof an inch or so); an adjustable steering wheel that seems to be
stuck in a rather low - slung position (not a problem for me or, presumably, for
Mark as it's his daily driver); and, perhaps unsurprisingly, a slightly tappety tickover.