Those whom'st've'ed read my blog for a while, are familiar with the simple and undeniable fact that I don't make good decisions.
This is no exception.
It's a 1990, which means it was sold with a 1.6, or, as a former 1.8 owner, I like to call a "1-point-Dicks".
Not that any of that matters, as it doesn't have an engine. Only a transmission, and everything else behind it.
According to the odometer, this thing's done 200k, give or take. Impressive, no?
But it's been so long since I was in a Miata (not counting my ride home in Boosted's new one; that he got in a trade with JdmSly) I forgot how absolutely small they are.
For reference, the ER34 is a big bitch next to the FC, but the Miata makes the FC look like the ER34. It's insane!
Anyways, I already have some plans for this car. But, as past experience has taught me, nothing, ever, goes, to, plan.
Cough Warehouse fire Cough
Seriously, compare this shot to this one:
Tomorrow I'll move the Miata out a bit to take a comparison picture.
Finances:
Had: 10,750 V$
1 (One) Paycheck: 750 V$
1 (One) 1990 Mazda Miata: 700 V$
Total: 10,800 V$
