Why are automotive journalists so infatuated with the Mazda Miata?
And itís not just us media types that adore this Japanese roadster: Driving enthusiasts, droptop lovers, and amateur racers alike go weak in the knees and wax comically poetic about this little car, though truth be told, after even a short drive, itís not hard to understand why. The Miata is purer than gold bullion from the U.S. Mint, so sweetly dialed in it feels like another limb, one that happens to be made of steel, plastic, and joy rather than bone and flesh. You donít sit in the MX-5,
you wear it like a pair of bespoke yoga pants.
Appropriately, 'We donít believe the car is an appliance,' said John Doonan, director of motorsports at Mazda North American Operations. 'Driving matters.'
And the companyís focus is obvious; Miata is something special, and as it has since Day One, proves you donít need stupid amounts of power to have fun, a chainsaw to slice an apple fritter. With just 155 horses in its stable, todayís ND model delivers all the thrills you could ever need (though the loony folks at Flyiní Miata with their V8-conversion kits would probably disagree).