It happened again today. After two days of harping by a reader on the Mazda Miata’s “blandness,” I felt compelled to chime in, speaking in defense of “the finest British roadster to ever come out of Hiroshima, Japan,” in the words of our own David LaChance.
Those who’ve driven a Miata in a proper sporting manner understand that this car may be many things, but bland isn’t one of them. Its styling may be too “cute” for some, and it may be slow in a straight line, but its balance and handling are sublime. Few cars in the Miata’s price bracket allow a drive to carry speed into a corner with equal confidence, which is why it’s become the most-raced car in the world.
Make a mistake (like gently lifting off the throttle, at the limit, in mid-corner), and the Miata corrects your stupidity with a slap on the wrist. Larger and more powerful sports cars (an air-cooled Porsche 911 or a Chevrolet Corvette, for example), would counter with a punch to the face, followed, perhaps, by a kick to the teeth.
This author has a soft spot for the maligned Miata. What care has earned your respect, but maybe not everyone's?
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