The first car that ever stopped me cold was a Triumph Spitfire. Over the years it's happened with the Delorean, the 1990s Jaguar XK-series and the corresponding Aston-Martins.
You go to car shows and there they are again. Row after row of beautiful Triumphs and MGs. But these are 1960s cars. Even the 1980 models were 1960s cars, and a lot of water (and Castrol) has gone under the bridge since then. I'm fifty-three, now. I'm busy and not particularly fiddly. I remember handing my dad spanners while he worked on his BugEyed Sprite, but I don't know that I have the patience or talent to keep a nice Triumph a nice Triumph for very long.
A friend told me that the very best traditional British sports car ever built was the 1st-generation Mazda Miata. I can see what he's saying. They don't leak. The have great brakes. They have sparky ignition. You can get them with airbags and cruise control and FM stereo and you don't need a degree to get the roof up and down. Plus, there are dealerships in every town with more than 100,000 people and specialist shops in every other town. But I don't get that tingle from the Miata that I still get from others.
I'm probably going to make a decision soonish and I don't want to screw this up. How do you know how happy you might end up, before a project begins? How do I figure out which car would be right for me?






