Close your eyes and believe two shiny-seater convertibles are arriving on your driveway, each screaming to be performed with. Such was my success lately, while a 2019 Mazda MX-5 Miata RF and a 2019 Audi TT Roadster were delivered to my door.
Why those toys? Because at a time when the white noise of car choices has never been louder — EVs, hybrids, semi-self-reliant structures, hypercars — I wanted to step back into the world of purity, simplicity, and amusement and pay homage to multiple four-cylinder heroes. Few new automobile contenders gain this trifecta: moderately priced (Miatas begin at $25,730 and TTs at $44,900), bulletproof to own, and thrilling to pressure.
Both cars have received sufficient adulation from owners and media to influence their figure groups to continue to produce them: The Miata is celebrating its thirtieth anniversary this year, and the TT Roadster its twentieth (the TT Coupe launched in 1998). Mazda has sold more than 1 million Miatas globally, and Audi has over six hundred 000 TTs. They are evidence of constant engineering and layout refinement; the Miata has gained 281 awards. (The Porsche 911 is perhaps the gold widespread of sports activities vehicle toughness and evolutionary development — and far much less possible at a $100,000 minimum price of access.)
I recall the awful lot-anticipated “start” of every car. In 1999, Audi invited me to release the TT Roadster in Umbria, Italy (I included the car enterprise for Fortune at the time). I raced around, top-down, devouring the location’s curvy roads and velocity-blurring through fields of sunflowers. However, the entire time, I couldn’t help but recognize the car’s countless clever info, from the baseball-glove-colored leather-based seats to its easy, successful overall performance. I became hooked: a fantastically engineered piece of German Bauhaus-inspired design that isn’t so powerful or expensive as to scare and enthrall you each time you climb inside. (A facet observed in Umbria: There is an inn called Maitland in Piedicolle. The owners are avid Miata collectors, and visitors are invited to power some of the forty-plus motors housed inside the belongings’ transformed seventeenth-century homes.)
As for the Mazda, on July 1, 1989, my brother Dave took transport of one of the first Miatas in the usa, in Massachusetts. He bought it sight unseen based on early media insurance, filled his 6-foot-2-inch body into the little crimson beast, and drove it home to Washington, D.C. The subsequent day, he parked it in front of the White House, which you may still do at that factor. Women vied for rides, and Japanese tourists, among others, swarmed the car (Mazda had now not yet released it in Japan). And so a celeb vehicle was born.
Back to the existing. The nimbus gray metal TT Roadster in front of my residence beckoned, so I jumped in. (Both automobiles have been lent to me for a weekend. Take a look at pressure by using their respective manufacturers.) The present-day TT is awash in intelligent information from the easy virtual tool panel and the flat-bottomed sports activities guidance wheel to vents with the temperature and air controls constructed into the center knobs. I pushed the start button and smiled as all 228 horses below the hood growled into existence. I used the manual mode to fast-flick the paddle shifters and tested the TT’s overall performance mettle.
Audi’s quick reflexes made pushing the automobile feel as easy as playing an online game through several of Malibu’s better canyons and along Mulholland. Everything was labored precisely properly: energy while my proper foot asked for it, progressive and clear guidance, and all-wheel pressure to preserve my exuberance in taking a look. After a few hours of lively frolicking, I suddenly decided to study the time and stuck myself grinning like a kid.
Next up: The Miata.
Mine becomes an RF — the beautiful retractable-roof version. I slid into the fairly bare-bones cockpit, and immediately, all senses fired: This is ready using and simplest using. Dropping the user-friendly manual gearbox into first (an automated model is to be had, too), I took off, at once feeling the car’s innate jin ba Ittai, a Japanese term that at first intended a herbal extension of horse and rider that Mazda has taken to car stages. To that factor, the Miata fit me like a glove, and as I revved and downshifted, the car and I became one in a partnership of throttle, brakes, and balance. Desp181 horsepower (add a 0 for the output a few hypercars declare these days), each stoplight felt like the beginning line of a race, and each curve was an opportunity to explore the automobile’s management. Apparently, “Miata” is derived from the Old German word “minute,” which means “reward”—and the adrenaline-infused pleasure it inspired in me is evidence of a name properly selected.
All too soon, it became pumpkin time: The actual proprietors of “my” cars desired them again. I stood in the street as the Miata and TT disappeared from view. The amusing became lamentably over.