You would do well to remember 6/2/2020, the day I officially bought a Miata. It’s all really a blur and I was drunk for most of it, but profit??
So I’m on my potato and as addicted as I was to Facebook Marketplace, I grew weary and bored of it and recently found myself with a new girlfriend, Carvanna. Now I’m not going to give them a plug, that’s why they pay millions of dollars to advertise elsewhere...but their car catalog is pretty stellar and the whole experience really is stress free and fun, I’ll just leave it at that.
Anyways, did I need a new car? Absolutely not. This year, as for many of us has been challenging. I needed to bring that pep in my step back, I needed a spontaneous new purchase to err, do my part to stimulate that economy.
I needed a Hyundai Veloster Turbo. Wait, what?
Yeah, I almost got that damn white Veloster hot hatch with its seating for 4 and some semblance of luggage capacity. Call it a gut feeling but something was telling me not to commit to a practical, fun, turbocharged daily driver.
Maybe I was tired of the status quo. Maybe it was my recent binge-watching of Game of Thrones, watching it in all its glory for the first time (I’m late to the party as usual). Maybe it was my misdirected anger at how horrible season 8 was that led me here.
I went for the Japanese roadster with only 2 seats, a “cozy” cabin where my head touches the roof and nonexistent trunk capacity.
BUT AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, IT IS GLORIOUS.
Let me back up.
I get there’s a massive cult following for the Miata.
I get the whole hype of it being the end all, be all ‘purist’ car; Particularly the NA, NB, and NDs...the fans kinda skip the NC for whatever reason.
Do I drink the Kool-aid?
I don’t want to, but I’ve just had my first sip of a very tall glass.
I like my cars in all shapes and sizes and can equally have as much fun with a beat-up old ‘80s Pontiac family hauler, a fatty Ford Econoline or a Dodge Intrepid for that matter as I can with a slick sports car.
There is just ONE reason why this car is different from all the rest.
It’s because you don’t drive it, you wear it.
The car is a damn extension of yourself and let me tell you, it has given me more smiles per mile than any car in my life.
I’ve landed an Mx-5 with the premium and suspension package checkmarked on the options list. That gives me Bilstein shocks and a factory limited slip diff, among other creature comforts.
2500 lbs, near 50/50 weight distribution, rear wheel drive, a close ratio 6 spd manual transmission and an engine that likes to sing all the way up to its 7500 RPM cutoff. That’s the magic.
I’m still in the honeymoon phase with it, so here’s a funny little story. When I went to fill the Miata up at the gas station for the first time, I had to Google a Youtube video on how to open the fuel door. I couldn’t figure it out.
Turns out the fuel door opener is hidden in the center storage compartment; You open it up, just pull that ring tab tucked in there and viola!
Thanks for reading! Bonus pic of my other 2 seater convertible sports car:
