![f0035-01.jpg](https://article-imgs.scribdassets.com/2fe4256b0gcn3h0o/images/file96JWWR8S.jpg)
Growing up in the 1990s, my high school friends and I, like many 16-year-olds, eagerly awaited the opportunity to get behind the wheel. I envied the students with their nice rides as they piled into the Queen Elizabeth (Sr.) Secondary School parking lot in Surrey. My Punjabi Sikh friends loved the Ford Mustang GT 5.0, while my Italian cousins coveted the Chevy Camaro. But for me and my Indo-Fijian contemporaries, there was nothing more beautiful than the Honda Prelude.
My first love was the third- generation Prelude produced between 1988 and 1991. To me, it was a flying dart on the road, with a sharp nose on the front accentuated by quintessential 90s flip-top headlights tucked into the hood. The car cut the wind