In the late 90s, a friend of a friend in Fitchburg, MA, had a hobby of building sleepers. He was a natural genius and designed and machined a supercharger for the popular Saturn sedan of the time. That was his daily driver and it boggled my mind how fast it was and how well it handled.
He tried to sell my then-girlfriend a monstrosity of a car, a Honda CRX with a longitudinally-mounted rear V8 of some sort. I only saw it once and admittedly never saw it actually drive. It was like a DeLorean where you opened the hatch and the belts were right there at the extreme rear. I believe the intent was racing as the cabin was stripped and hardly insulated from the engine noise and fumes. No idea what happened to that car— I cut ties with the guy when his name made headlines for some serious crimes.