Note: This was written by Marty Densch, originally published at Cars In Depth. Marty’s touching account of how his sports car helped his wife through her illness and helped him through his grief deserved a wider audience.
It was some five years ago that I was wandering around the car corral at a summertime car show in Jefferson, Wis., and laid eyes on a red 1992 Miata. I dwelled there for a time admiring it and thinking about the possibilities. It was exceptionally clean and fairly low mileage but the owner wasn’t very flexible on his price and, besides, I had never given any thought to buying a Miata before.
I left the show that day without the Miata but somehow I couldn’t get it out of my mind.