The first Miata I drove was a ’99 model, as a press car, and I knew that I wanted one then. Five years later, that dream came true.
What else is there to say? I loved my Miata. Chihiro was trouble-free and up for all sorts of automotive adventures, and she was sold under protest. Yeah, that financial crisis thing, again. And she would’ve been a fine daily driver, except that she was the only car I had at the time who was still carrying a loan payment. Damn that pragmatism again.