2011 Mazda RX-8 R3  Matt Tierney  Let's not mess about, mince
words, or try to be coy about it: the RX-8 is fantastic.  The
RX-8 is fantastic because everything that is wrong with it is
also everything that is right with it. Let's start with the
engine: it's got less displacement than two bottles of San
Pellegrino water, sounds like a spinning hard drive, and burns
both premium gasoline and motor oil at a rate that would make a
Prius blush. Then there are the doors -- there are four of them,
two of which are fiddly suicide numbers that open backwards. The
stereo head unit has a circular design theme, which is chintzy,
and when you lift off the gas in first going through a parking
lot, the engine makes a horrific sloshing noise -- no, it's not
broken, that's how the engine is supposed to work.  But all
those little niggles mean nothing. That engine is magic: it
spins to 9000 rpm as effortlessly as a piston motor reaches 4000
rpm, and it pulls with a heft that masks its lopsided
power/torque figure (it makes 23