Je to o tom, jak si koupil NCčko a se svoji manželkou (se kterou řešili krizi vztahu) vyrazili na road trip po části USA.
Je to krásně napsaný a jedna část speciálně je prostě boží:
I want to say any car could have helped stitch the wounds I inflicted on us, but I know that's not true. There's something about the Miata. The top goes back in the time it takes to look at each other. Flip the latch, drop the canvas, and you're no longer riding across the world. You're in it, a part of it. Wide fields of wildflowers fill your nose before you see the first petal, and the grit and dust of construction labor sticks to your teeth well past the last orange barrel. You drive until you can smell the rain heavy on the air, and when the first drops hit the windshield, you point the nose for a break in the clouds and go a little quicker. Having that wide-open sky up above pulls you out of your head. You want to live in each moment fully, to hold onto each strand of time even as it pulls through your fingers.
Tento text je asi nejblíž tomu, jak já osobně prožívám jízdu v MaXovi :p Prostě mě to vzalo za srdíčko