| Hi dear friends,
Last Thursday My husband asked me to pick him up at his office earlier since he was not feeling well. He did look weak and need a nice sleep but he said we should stop by the Mazda dealership “on our way home". I had been “brain washed" for two days (I hate to use the term “brain wash" bcs I am always proud of myself as an independent thinker.) and now I really feel Miata is a superb car though I had not even seen a single one.
Since the dealership is on our way, it does not hurt to check it out. Well, it was too late when I realize the dealership is not quite on the way and we indeed took a long detour. However, never mind, I did want to see the car which makes my husband crazy.
Before my husband showed me the way, I was already standing beside an emerald green Miata and admiring the glowing paint. The mica powder shines through the decent green and I know it is a challenging color to mix. The body has a very young and vigorous shape with front lights, looking like evil but charming eyes. The rear light panel has a subtle pink tone which tames its wild look. And fine leather seats——ok, time to confess, sometime I can be very superficial.
well, ok, most of time—–I was really falling in love with this car without knowing a bit of its soul ( I don’t even know how to drive a manual shift car. Don’t even mention its performance and handling.) I am just totally attracted by its—-appearance.
My husband opened the door and let me try the right seat. I start appreciating a two-seat only car. Picturing myself sitting in the car on 280 with top down in a sunny day——–so cooooool!—– Trunk, I totally forgot the trunk where I might end up. Being prepared to see a tiny trunk, I was still speechless when I opened it. Lets think positive: the trunk is like a giant glove box.
That night we checked the weekend weather forecast :cloudy, possibly drizzle. We all agreed it is a nice weather to shop for a convertible (forgive me, if I sound insane too). We made an appointment to go all the way to Santa Cruz to see the only “twilight blue" Miata in the close area.
Saturday morning, we woke up and found it is neither cloudy nor drizzling. It was RAIN STORM. Even with all that excitement, I was still hesitating whether we should go or not. My husband was very rational and calm. He told me this is a real life situation: if you would like a convertible in such a lousy day, you will love it all your life. This philosophy sounds very logical; it is time to challenge our love for a convertible.
Before we could leave, my husband seemed a bit nervous and asked me if he was properly dressed (do I look like a person who can afford a Miata—-, this must be some tricks he learned from those website car purchase strategies.)
To me , he actually acts more like a person going to his first date. It took a while before we could really head to Santa Cruz, my husband insisted to come back for he left his check book at the home. Check book? You really want to BUY it today? I knew the answer before he spoke—-The whole mentality is pretty much like he would like to marry the woman at his first date. I felt a little bit jealous bcs we two got married after being together for 8 years.
We were quite disappointed to see this “twilight blue" which makes us drive all the way there. It is neither mysterious like its name nor elegant as regular blue. Since emerald green seems to be our choice now, shao po decided that we should buy our Miata from the dealer A in Santa Clara, who spent quality time with him on Tuesday night. We gave up the attractive deal the Santa Cruz dealership offered and headed back to Santa Clara without knowing what kind of deal we would get from A. It sounds so stupid (I really don’t know what my husband learns from those buying strategies) but I support his principle (he does not want A feeling cheated).
It turned sunny when we were back to the Bay Area, A is indeed a very nice person but we still went through the disgusting negotiation game with A’s manager. However, the deal was settled down in about half an hour. We had quality conversation with A while they were processing all the paperwork: shao po even talked about his childhood and how he was brought up. By the time our Miata is ready to pick up, shao po started to persuade A to get a mobile phone and suggested what kind of service to get (go for GTE or Cellular One, not Sprint—-). Shao po sounded like a professional salesman and A, now a vulnerable buyer, really looked like he wants one right away.
Life is ridiculous, following the shiny Miata driven by shao po on my way home, I told myself. From the first time I heard the word “Miata" from my husband till he drives one, it takes six days. Of course, I feel a little bit guilty by not really stopping this crazy move but if I like the Miata in such a day, I will like it all the rest of my life.
Why am I sitting here and writing this junk story on the beautiful Sunday morning? Dear friends, wish you were here—-even the car can only take two persons per time. Ok, time to stop, I have to enjoy my right seat in the Miata as much as I can before Eric comes back.
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