- Oct 9, 1999
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Hey, Bob, I realize you once took out a Wehrmacht pillbox with a P-38 can opener and a box of damp matches, but you sure look like a sissy behind the wheel of that MG TC.
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Whatever. That guy back there is in a girl car. Dont tell me youd drive one. At that point, I wisely did not respond, because I would drive the hell out of a Mazdaspeed Miata.
The only reason I didnt buy a Mazdaspeed Miata when they were new was because I already had a Boxster S, which is what my comp-sci teacher would have called a superset of the Miata. I suppose thats a girl car too. I know that during the summer its extremely common for young fellows in Mustangs and whatnot to come racing up next to me on the freeway, only to recoil in annoyance when they realize that the long-haired brunette driving the silver Boxster with the Brey-Krause rollbar is, you know, me.
Sorry, boys.
But I digress. When, exactly, did two-seat sports cars fall out of favor with the Marlboro Man set? It has to be a fairly recent development, certainly more recent than, say, the Carter Administration. I know this because my father bought a brand-new, bright-yellow MG Midget in 1979, from the British Leyland dealer outside Baltimore, MD. You wouldnt know it to look at me, but my father is and was a very traditional American dude. His purchase of the Midget didnt trail his honorable discharge from the Marine Corps by all that many years. He played baseball in college. I think he punched a guy once for just looking at my mom. Were not talking about a Sensitive New Age Guy here.