In real life, I’m a happiness expert. And because true happiness is my brand, it’s hard to justify my love affair with a convertible sports car: the ignominious symbol of consumerism.
But the Miata isn’t like a diamond earring or a Rolex. It’s more like a puppy: It’s adorable, it brings joy to others and, best of all, nearly everyone can afford one.
As a driver’s car, the Miata reigns supreme. None of the other 200 cars I’ve tested brought half the joy that Mazda’s little roadster provides. There’s a reason Mazda have sold a million Miatas. They’re simply sublime.