How ‘Bout That Weather
I took advantage of two sunny days in after a week of unseasonably chill and snowy weather to engage in a little automotive therapy. The Miata I bought last September has been in the garage since November. I had been holding out for a warm day, but with three more days of snow in the forecast, I wasn’t sure when would be my next good—or even mediocre—opportunity.
Aside, I am annoyed by the malfunction of people who leave public facilities in worse condition for their use. For the second time inside a month I have used the air hose at the local gas station I frequent (they are one of the few local places that have diesel for my New Beetle). A lot of stations these days seem to have weak, ill-maintained, coin-operated compressors, but this one has a real, shop-pressure hose, gratis. Nevertheless, previous customers have left the hose a tangled mess every time I have needed to use it. Surely a minute of time is not too much to ask in return for a useful service provided as a courtesy.
Driving the Miata—’though still in need of a name—was as fun as I recalled through the mental fog of a cold Winter. Now I just need either a 50F day or an extra measure of thermal fortitude so I can put the top down.
