Maybe there’s something a little twisted about this, but I was one of those kids who was always rooting for Sylvester The Cat to get Tweety Bird. I’m sorry, but I still find Tweety so annoying, with his constant taunts, feigned obliviousness, and dependence on “Dwanny” and/or Hector The Bulldog to clean up his messes. As far as I’m concerned, Sylvester, even at his most inept, is the protagonist of those cartoons.
Anyway, I spotted this little, yellow Miata-bird in my neighborhood in front of a local, storefront fast-food joint. (Miata enthusiast and owner JPCavanaugh, I apologize – it’s probably too late by this point for you to cover your eyes.) I have never seen a Miata on the road that looked this mangled. This one even has the hardtop (!), which was not a cheap option in its day. It made me wonder about this specific example’s downward trajectory and the story behind it.
I find the first Miatas as charming as I find Tweety irritating, but perhaps this example is still on the road, three years after this photograph was taken. Hopefully, anyway. Dents and rust have no impact whatsoever on top-down enjoyment, and with spring finally and solidly here again in the Midwestern United States, it is about that time.
Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois.
Sunday, January 6, 2013.