February 7, 2011 12:51 PM |
Posted By: Monkey Harris
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To suspect yourself of being the only person in the known universe to hold a particular belief can be both frustrating and, in a strange way, enormously liberating.
It seems I am alone in being completely ambivalent as to the existence of the Mazda MX-5. Apparently the 900,000th example has just rolled out of Hiroshima, which means there will be yet more public outpourings of emotion for a machine which drives with all the precision of a boneless limb.
Truth be told, I think MX-5s are, well, sh*t .
This will not endear me to anyone who has ever owned or loved an MX-5, and it isn’t intended as some dramatic broadside to wind-them-up. I just always judge sportscars on the way they drive and I’ve always found the ‘ickle Mazda slow, imprecise and unsatisfying. Of course the principle behind the MX-5 is fantastic: affordable open-air fun in a cute little RWD package, but the reality on sticky modern rubber has never even approached delivering on that promise. And the driving position is terrible.
In fact, beyond the car’s outward specification, I don’t really see it as a sportscar at all - it never feels like one through your legs, feet and bottom - because sportscars are supposed to be exciting. And the MX-5 isn’t exciting. An Elise is exciting because it’s a proper sports car, whereas the MX-5 is just a way of being a little more exposed to the elements.
So, gather round and have a good pop at me for being rude about a national treasure. Or, use this opportunity to finally admit in public that you too think the MX-5 is pants.