Résumé extrait de Motor Trend 1983:
The Toyota Celica Supra is an absolutely delightful car, very much in the classical tradition of front-engine, rear-drive, six-cylinder GT coupes, but it replaces their fractious temperaments with all the angst of an anvil. The Checker people never buIlt a taxicab with such phlegmatic unwillingness to break, or to act up in any way. Get in, buckle up, stand on the throttle, and enjoy yourself. That’s all the Supra ever seems to ask of its owner. Many modem performance cars have a kind of feminine sexiness about them. Their behavior is silky, soft, sophisticated. The Supra is masculine. If a Porsche 944’s persona could be likened to that of Dustin Hoffman, the Toyota Celica Supra would remind you of Burt Lancaster. The Supra is all muscle and it moves like an athlete, but there’s effort involved. You work it. Efforts are relatively high, or at least that’s the perception. You’re conscious of the effort required to depress the clutch, to move the shift lever, to set the car into a fast bend on a country road. You can both hear and feel the lovely six-cylinder engine at work, but you sense that it rejoices in that work. Inside or out, at any speed you care to choose, the Supra takes care of business.