This is SB. A 1994 Miata. A car that started as “I just want something simple and fun” and has evolved into me explaining to my bank account why I needed a Flyin’ Miata Happy Meal.

The premise:

I wanted a lightweight, honest car.

What I got: A personality disorder with pop-up headlights.

Current state of the spiral:

Flying Miata coilovers

Advanti Storm S1 wheels

LSD (because one-tire fire is a cry for help)

Slotted rotors + EBC Yellowstuff pads

Cobalt exhaust (makes me feel faster than I am)

And yes…

Flyin’ Miata Happy Meal kit (clutch + lightweight flywheel), because the stock driveline wasn’t “engaging” enough.

Interior: identity crisis

Sparco suede wheel for “track mode”

Wood wheel for “I listen to jazz and forgive people now.”

NRG quick release so I can remove the steering wheel and my responsibilities at the same time.

Future:

Corbeau A4 seats so I stop sliding around like a regret

Exterior:

Halo headlights (I can see, but not my future)

Smoked signals

Ducktail spoiler (adds +3 emotional horsepower)

What this car has taught me:

Slow cars aren’t slow if you’re emotionally invested.

Every modification is just a gateway to another modification

“I’ll keep it stock-ish” is the biggest lie in car culture.

Future plans:

Install the Happy Meal

Stainless brake lines

Maybe headers

Definitely more poor financial decisions

Final thought:

It doesn’t make big power, it doesn’t need to.

It makes me look forward to driving again.

And honestly… that’s worse, because now I’m addicted.

by utradspatho