A 2004 Saab Aero convertible. 86k miles, one owner, dealer serviced, with records in the log book. Every gee-gaw Saab offered is on this car. Even the manually activated automatic windshield wipers (which just cracks me up. They are only automatic after you manually turn them on, every time it rains.)
Oh peaceful comfortable pain-free daily commute bliss!
The sport(ish) suspension is just rough enough to please me and give me road feedback, while not knocking my eyeballs out of my skull as I crash through the potholes at 70 mph like the Miata would do. It also doesn't spill my coffee, which is all but necessary at 4:30 in the morning.
Silly fun watching the car do its transformers thing getting the top down or up. Sure, it takes twice as long as dropping the top on the Miata. But it's at the push of a button, and much more entertaining. People stop walking and just gawk while it happens.
Split climate controls are the best thing ever for married people. I set my side to arctic freezer, she sets her side to tropical rain forest, and we are happy. The a/c is strong enough that the spawning in the back complained he was getting chilly.
While not astonishing, the stereo sounds pretty good, and I can actually understand the lyrics of many more songs now.
Big performance difference between 87 and 93 octane gas. Wish it wasn't so, because that 93 octane stuff costs a good bit more. But boy is it a lot more fun!
One of the few anti-lock brakes I actually like. It lets the wheels just start to lock before actuating. So you actually hear tire squeal and feel a little of the tugging and slipping.
Tank like safety appeals to me. Partially because I'm getting older and no longer so convinced I'm immortal. But also that niggling voice in the back of my head has been getting more and more strident about me needing a crash worthy car for the daily commute. No, I don't crash every time I hear that cautionary voice. But many times I've crashed while ignoring it.
Fair thee well Miata. It was fun. But with the passage of time, you fit less and less. Besides, I really was getting bored. Smashing the knee a few months ago all but sealed the deal. It just plain hurts to get in and out of a Miata. As soon as I replace the head gasket and wash it, up for sale it goes!
Besides, having a Miata has caused my Spitfire to languish all but ignored for years now. Cripes, I've got a supercharger for the Spitfire! I really should mount that and get stupid. With enough work, I could get the Spitfire to go almost as fast as a stock Miata...maybe.
Now, to go order moose stickers....