What’s Gotta Stay

I read this idea years ago in some little thought book.  At some point in your life, own a convertible.  I have a little Mazda Miata.  Not the manliest of cars, so I am reminded by my co-workers, but fun nonetheless.  My father was an MG enthusiast when I was young, so he had small, roadsters convertibles he enjoyed.  Those cars required a fair amount of tinkering to keep them on the road, but I remembered the fun of the wind in your hair and the carefree feeling riding around in them brought.

This is what inspired me to buy my Miata several years ago.  When we had our third child, along with the fact of needing to lug around a wheelchair, our family sedan just wasn’t going to cut it.  To purchase the Dodge Grand Caravan that would meet our needs, we sold my motorcycle and truck to avoid most of a car loan.  We joke that it was quite a blow to my manliness right there.  As a concession, a year later I purchased a used Miata.

I liked the Miata because it was small, reliable, and most of all, the most inexpensive way to get into a convertible.  I call it my motorcycle on four wheels, which makes my wife much happier about my safety, (putting a stop to the “murdercycle” references.)

There is just something so relaxing about my short drive to and from work about being in the open air, wind blowing and the sun in my face.  Stress ebbs away and my muscles relax.  I highly recommend it.