It’s not every day that we get thrown the keys to a legitimate monster, let alone a cover-worthy one, but when this writer made inquiries about coming to take a look to see what might inspire my story, the response I got from Fenix’s manager, Ben, was, “Bro, just pop down and take it for a drive.” The best part about this was finding out that the owner, Adrian, was actually in China at the time and had no idea, but it seemed like a good plan to Ben and me.
I pulled up to the shop in the heart of industrial East Tāmaki, and sitting out front of the showroom full of anything your performance car could need to keep cool was something that can perhaps best be described as the automotive equivalent of a bodybuilder. Everywhere you
