Roadsta

My Miata is a ‘93 C package (leather seats, electric windows, viscous LSD, etc.) bought used in ’98. I traded in my ‘96 Honda Civic. I hated that car - big, wallowy and slow. It should have had Chevy Caprice badges on it.

Miata lore has it that the car will whisper its name to you. I thought at first her name was Vicky, but that seemed to fade. I’ve taken to calling her Bugslayer, due to her big grinning mouth full of bugs after long, spirited drives.

I was suprised that the vanity plate I wanted was available. Not a lot of custom plates in the Pacific Northwest.

Bugslayer on the road
into Twin Peaks.