The obsession with Supras started back when Steve was still drooling over big blowers erupting out of cut bonnets. A friend of his – who was an importer at the time – took an RZ around to Steve’s house to show off his new Japanese power to where our V8 loving friend was successfully converted to a 2J man.
This lead him to buying his first Supra in 2001 – a 1997 RZ in factory quicksilver which he regrettably sold in 2010. In the time he owned this car, it offered him an escape from a nasty break up he was going through and was the strongest distraction he could find after being cheated on and taken for a ride to the bank by his ex-partner – ultimately losing his home.
Sadly, he was drawn to the wrong crowd, lead to alcohol and substance abuse, and admittedly on the verge of suicide having felt incredibly lost and betrayed. His work suffered, he isolated himself from friends and family – introverting himself.
Throughout this troubled time and the derailing of his personality, his Supra was a robust cure to his pain and was the one thing that kept him sane and positive when he had no where else to go and didn’t know what to do.
Whilst spending his time on a friends couch, his friend grew increasingly concerned for his wellbeing – one night inviting some friends over to show Steve a slice of society. Thinking he’d lost his mojo, he was introduced to a women who made him feel instantly connected to the world again. Coincidentally she also loved cars, which allowed a gateway for Steve to tune back into his Supra senses.
This woman, Peta, is now his wife today.