It's been a dream of my wife to own a convertible, namely an electric blue, Mazda Miata MX-5 if I may be specific. So on a whim, we ventured out for a test drive of sorts, torturing ourselves to no end knowing we were entertaining a wild fantasy. The car only has room for two, a selfish thought to say the least, as somehow one of us would be left out of the zoom zoom experience if our only son wanted to come along for the ride.
As our son was in school, on a cloudy day, the ragtop came down, and we sped away down the interstate throwing caution to the wind--ok we're not THAT adventurous...but the little car had some kick! Paddle shifters, a gentle hum of the engine and a 70+ mph (I won't go into details) wind on I-40 greeted two adults wanting so much to be kids if but for a moment in time.
The joy ride soon came to an end and as reality set back in, we rode away in our paid-for car (not the Miata, our PAID FOR car--the used one, old faithful-never let us down car) with a smirk of child-like glee that perhaps we had just gotten away with the cookie from the cookie jar.
We picked up our son and asked him how his day was...he was none the wiser to our foray into the wild blue yonder...a blue Miata in her dreams.
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