If everyone wanted the same car, all the cars would look the same, act the same, cost the same. Despite the best efforts of various governmental yahoos, though, they don’t, and therefore we have to establish our criteria carefully, as did Bride of Rove:
[M]y Miata has finally zoomed her last zoom and is on her way to the parts depo in the well somewhere. My husband and I, anticipating the demise of my beloved car, have been arguing about what to buy next. In all practicality I should buy something that gets better gas mileage, but all of the cars that get better gas mileage are miserable to drive. In my final arguments to D I implored him, if I must live under the shadow of “O”, I NEED a fun car to drive. Life simply cannot be wasted on practicalities in these days of impending doom and chaos. As the nation falls to rack and ruin, let me slog the 80 miles into the office in a bubble of zoom zoom sunshine. Let me race home with Mark Levin blasting on the radio through Overtown after dark with the top down.
He bought me another Miata.
Actually, 21 city/28 highway, which is about what it said on my car’s sticker (and about what I actually get), doesn’t strike me as all that bad, especially since any current Miata should be able to leave me in the dust.