John Keats once said “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” One thing beautiful that keeps on giving me joy is the miata. The miata is a beautiful car, from its smooth body on the outside to the sound of its roaring little engine. The miata is a compact car making it capable of getting into the tightest stalls. Its so tiny and so light it was very easy for Mazda to give this car perfect balance. The miata’s perfect 50/50 weight distribution balance has made this car a more than very capable cornering machine. However the most beautiful aspect about this little car is its connection between my mother and I.
I was eight years old when I first set my eyes on a miata. My mother, a single mother, brought one home one day. In my young mind it was perfect in everyway. The car was red with a clean silk like black interior. The car came with a cd player, which at the time was amazing.
The bucket seats were so comfortable, they fit mother perfectly. It is not a highly over priced fancy exotic car, but it is a beautiful car in my eyes. Every time my mother was pulled over she pretended to not speak much English and usually was let off by the cop. I of course, could sleep curled up like a ball in my seat. My mother and I could now chose if we wanted to listen to all our Japanese pop music or to the American radio stations. My relationship with my mother truly grew just by getting the small curious little car. This is why I just recently bought myself a miata that looked just like the one my mother had, but in blue. Although physically I think this car is beautiful, even if it falls apart it will still be beautiful to me. To me this car is beautiful because I have shared many memories with my mom in it and to me it"tms a connection between my mother and I. Although driving it is a different experience from cheering on my mother from the passenger side. Now I can be the one driving and her in the passenger seat. The miata matched my mother very well, from the red paint that was the same color as her nail polish to the fact that they are both tiny. My mother also liked to speed a lot, mind you the miata hardly has the sort of performance that would put the scare into a Porsche but fast enough, however, to be entertaining. Coming from a single mother I was very attached to her, I never wanted her to be "taken" away from me.