A couple times a year I get a steak at the nearby Texas Road house. I like it and it's OK but if someone really wants to take me someplace to eat and impress me than find a diner somewhere that makes a good meat loaf. Don't even bother inviting me to some swanky upscale place. I'll probably refuse the offer.
Texas Road house is about as far up the chain as I want to go. I can go there in shorts a t-shirt and flip flops or I can get dressed up.
In fact I consider a meatball sub from Sheetz to be a pretty good treat. I don't do that often.
Fine wine is wasted on me. I like a cheap cabernet with a steak or spaghetti and that's about it.
I was in the Miata the day the weather broke and got to talking with a car guy that offered to let me drive his Corvette sometime. I thanked him but the truth is I'm really not interested in driving a Corvette. Besides it's an automatic.
Someone offered me a couple of shots with some latest and greatest rifle he had. Nah. Why bother? It's an animal that kicks like a mule. It's no fun shooting something that will bruise your shoulder.
The Miata is a different thing altogether. The weather is holding so in an hour or so I'm going out for a little spin. I'll go someplace unfamiliar until I get lost and then GPS my way home via the backroads. The NA Miata is a backroads car.
I've had people ask me why I don't get a newer model and I tell them I don't want a newer model. In fact if I can't have an NA I don't want one at all. I MIGHT be talked into an NB with the Bilstein package...maybe. But it better not be overloaded with all sorts of stupid bells and whistles.
I'm glad I am going to get my eyes fixed soon because I'll be able to shoot iron sights again and will compete with irons even though my scores will likely drop a few points. I like shooting with irons.
I'd rather come out at the bottom of the pile than win using glass.
The list of stuff wasted on me just seems to grow and grow.
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