awesome letter of the month
The car of your dreams
After setting my sights on this vehicle twenty years ago and patiently waiting, at long last I managed to get one of my own. I guess I am one lucky guy. Just like you, Sir Paulo, I finally got my very own 1997 Mazda Miata.
It took some time to find Da Juan or ‘DJ,’ because it is rather rare to see NA-generation Miatas rolling around the city. During my med school days, I used to look at—with a hint of envy—a white NA Miata parked outside my Mom’s office whenever I’m on my way to school. I’d smile painfully whenever I passed by, and would always give the one-of-thesedays-I-will speech to myself over and over again. It was like how a working-class person coveted something but cannot have it at the moment. Now I can say proudly I got my car and fulfilled my speech, and it doesn’t matter if it took me twenty years and four vehicles to get here. It was worth the damn wait.