Miata vs Maserati

This summer, Mary and I paid a visit to her sister in Maine. While we were there, she let us drive one of her cars. Not big on cars, all I keyed in on was that it was sporty and close to the ground. I loved it. Later, relating it to friends, all I recalled was that its name started with M. I ended up confusing Maserati with Miata. I drove the latter not the former.

Later, I was duly corrected as to the magnitude of my gaffe. Yikes!

So, here's the evidence. Me in a...Miata!

Of course, we're in the driveway before take off. Unfortunately, Mary could not run fast enough in front of the car on the highway to catch me in action. (Come on, Honey! Put some effort into it!) ;^)

Ok, I'm ready to go, baybee!

Vrrrrroooom, Vrrrrroooom!