So I got a ’99 Miata…

As Chet set me up for in IM, “Miata” may as well be Japanese for “MGB but Reliable with Air Conditioning”.

It’s the low-end model, which, as far as I can tell, means a cheaper stereo–though it doesn’t sound bad, the head unit doesn’t play CD-Rs, which means it’s not long for this world–and you have to roll your windows up and down yourself. Oh, and no alarm, and no keyless entry.

I do not regard these things as significant problems. I wouldn’t have minded it being the high-end model, but hell, I’m still vaguely amazed at the idea of it having AC.

I haven’t exactly driven it all over; just home from CarMax and to the coffee shop and back this morning–a whopping 16 miles or so.

(I can already see that I’m going to need to get a new coffee travel mug because the cupholders are *inside* the center console, and frankly, they don’t hold cups worth a damn. So something with a wide base that will sit stably on the passenger’s seat is in order.)

Anyway, on the way to the coffee shop this morning, I realized an something–the first car I ever had that was “mine” (quotes because I had no real financial responsibility for it, so it was only mine because my father’s a great guy) was the MGB. This is the second (and probably deserves quotes just as much because Anne’s name is on the title just like mine).

Yeah, there was an 11 year gap, but that may just be indicative of a willingness to forego second best.

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Michael Alan Dorman

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