This is not my roadster.
Paul drops in with a reminder of that Roadster Life is not the exclusive domain of Mazda’s sports car. Those engineers in Hiroshima had some good inspiration… those great sports cars of Ol’ Blighty.
This is not my Roadster.
Nor is it a Mazda.
However, this beautiful 1959 MGA belongs to my father, and is practically a member of the family.
I took this picture the other day after getting back from a short drive in the car. The rollbar blocks the roof from being properly stowed, so the roof is either in the car and fully erected or it’s sitting in the garage - in my case, it was sitting in the garage. On my way home, predictably, a heavy rainstorm hit. I got some strange looks, driving through the city in heavy rain getting saturated - with a huge grin on my face. I just couldn’t help it - I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
It got me thinking about just what it is that makes a car special. To me it’s the fact that every time you get in, it’s a bit of an event. You can just be going down to the shops or commuting to work, but there’s something truly enjoyable about the experience of the journey - regardless of the destination. That is truly something to be cherished.
That is roadster life.
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