My ex has (had? don’t know, don’t care) a shitty little NA Miata and like 3-5 sets of wheels/tires that he kept in my basement and literally never used. I have never been so happy to see a car leave my driveway for good.

I know y’all love those little turds, but I’m only 5'3 and it still felt like an underpowered clown car with poorly dialed in Flying Miata coilovers on pothole-ridden Michigan roads. Bleh.