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Part three of my love-hate saga with a 3rd gen Prelude: donor cars, a Frankenstein build that could barely limp a few blocks, a dusty ’89 miracle nobody else wanted, and a garage that started looking like a chop shop. Three cars, three years, one survivor.

This is part two of a blog post I write about my love hate relationship with a 3rd Gen Honda prelude.

Buckle up, folks, because this is the story of my love-hate relationship with a 3rd Gen Prelude. Back in 2015, I fell head over heels for this car. But little did I know that the road ahead would be filled with ups, downs, and a whole lot of surprises. Fast forward to today, and I…