I’ve had a 2001 MX-5 as my daily driver for nearly 10 years now, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world! She and I have been through a lot, and we’ve helped each other limp along sometimes. We’ve driven across the continent together, and as much work as I’ve poured into her, she’s helped me put my own life on track. She’s responsive, nimble, and a pure joy to drive. Yes, I know she’s got a reputation as an under-powered “girls’ car”, but she’s my under-powered “girls’ car”; and I’ll have more fun with her rear-wheel-drive, racing-inspired suspension, and 5-speed 4-banger on and off the track than you will with any of that nostalgically-overpriced Detroit go-in-a-straight-line-as-fast-as-possible-on-11-miles-per-gallon muscle. Don’t get me wrong: I like and I respect classic muscle for what it was, and I still enjoy the thrill of burning a quarter-mile in under 15 seconds, but I love my roadster.
Basically, to all the Miata-haters out there: Go fuck yourselves.
What will you do when driving becomes a pastime instead of a necessity?