It doesn’t matter if you’re 18 or 80, the Miata is simply the best way to learn how to drive a car properly. It thrills at speeds that won’t kill, it communicates simply and deftly, but above all else, it’s the embodiment of joy. You can’t drive a Miata down a snaking backroad without smiling, without giggling like a kid experiencing the rush of riding a bike for the first time. It really is that simple: in a world full of dull, anesthetized crossovers, the Miata is an antidote to all that. It turns every drive into a pleasurable one. It makes you feel.
The Miata is well-engineered, reliable, and technically brilliant. But on top of that, Mazda’s engineers have imbued a collection of parts made from metal, plastic, glass, and leather with a soul, not just once, but four times, and more than a million times over. Just how they’ve done that is a recipe I’m sure they’ll never quite divulge.
Happy birthday Mazda Miata, and thanks for being special.
