I can count the number of times that I've used it on one hand. And I know exactly the last time I crawled into it: Memorial Day weekend, when my sister-in-law Debbie and I needed to grocery shop for Liz's graduation party. Kent had disappeared with my car on a mysterious errand, and again, Claire was gone with the Toyota, so we were left with the Miata. But the shopping had to be done, so off we went. You can't imagine the ridiculousness of trying to cram $350 in groceries into every nook and cranny of the thing and still manage to shoehorn two people into it as well. There was no option but to put the top down and stack bags on the back deck a foot high. Great visual, isn't it?
Anyway, I slid into the drivers seat yesterday, did my usual mental refresher course on exactly where the gears are, and took off for knitting. On FM2222, a great thing happened: I began to enjoy the drive in the dratted car. The weather was so fine: In the low 70's, sunny, perfect blue skies, and no wind. It was glorious.