This is my zip car: A Mazda Miata for the older gent (and grandkids) - Minneapolis Star Tribune
During the ensuing dreary succession of sedans and station wagons, I never forgot the joys of downshifting, of rounding (squaring. ) corners at the speed limit, of negotiating curving roads at twice the speed suggested by those wimpy yellow signs below the curvy arrows, of producing that wonderful exhaust snarl, like an adolescent tiger, whenever I accelerated, which was often. Ten years ago, children long grown up and on a foolish impulse, I replaced what I hoped would be my last sedan with a silver ’99 Mazda Miata. All summer long, I downshifted and squared corners and snarled to my heart’s content and the neighborhood’s alarm. I could transport only one grandchild at a time. The trunk held no more than a medium-sized suitcase or a single sack of groceries, groceries that were all over the trunk by the time I had squared and snarled my way home from the store. And I was still working, which meant that I didn’t have the time to devote to my toys that I now have. My other toys — the Scamp, the telescope (8-inch Dob, for those in the know), the kayaks, the canoe, the bicycles, the home theater — I share with friends and grandkids, thereby enriching their lives and mine. But a crude, rough, loud little car whose only purpose is to provide fun fun fun. Source: www.startribune.com
