I admit, I love my car. It is now old, and showing its age, as it is a 1990 Mazda Miata, blue in color. But to me, even with the two dents and the worn out look, it is my little friend. Sure, the radio no longer works much of the time, but that tiny car often starts, and is paid for, long ago. It is one of the most impractical cars you can buy. It is so small, many larger people can not even fit in it, but I am very short, so it seems just right to me. Good in snow--never, but then again, who wants to drive a convertible in the snow. I admit, my little Miata spend the cold dark days of winter all alone, unused, as it is not good in even a small amount of snow or ice. But in summer, with the top down, well, it makes me feel 10 years younger, and that is worth every penny. It lets me see the world, like a young girl, free and easy. It is like a great friend--always there for you, to cheer you up.

The car is a two seater and comes with a roll bar, stick shift, and convertible top. I bought the car with 150,000 miles on the original engine and it still runs great. The car really hugs the road on the curves and feels like it could handle anything without worrying about it rolling over or tipping.