NC vs NA
Posted: 18 Jun 2009, 22:14
Så denne på Miata .net, - et innlegg i den endeløse debatten om hvilken generasjon som er best:
"Driving an NC is like dating a statuesque model. Tall, well put together and sophisticated. She only eats in fine dining restaurants and always orders champagne. But over dinner you really won't find much in common with her, and when you take her down your favorite twisty road she will go but something tells you she's uncomfortable with the experience. At the end of the evening when you approach her she'll stick out her hand and say, "Thank you for a pleasant evening."
Driving an NA is like meeting a childhood friend after 15 years. You can't believe the little girl grew into a lovely woman. The same laugh you always loved, you have to admit she doesn't have the sophistication of the model. But she'll have a beer with her cheeseburger and fries and never quits laughing at all your old jokes. And when you take her down that twisty road she'll start unbuttoning her blouse and dare you to drive into that corner harder than before. At the end of the evening you won't get a handshake. She'll grab you and kiss you passionately and then put her lips close to your ears and whisper, "I want a turbo!"

"Driving an NC is like dating a statuesque model. Tall, well put together and sophisticated. She only eats in fine dining restaurants and always orders champagne. But over dinner you really won't find much in common with her, and when you take her down your favorite twisty road she will go but something tells you she's uncomfortable with the experience. At the end of the evening when you approach her she'll stick out her hand and say, "Thank you for a pleasant evening."
Driving an NA is like meeting a childhood friend after 15 years. You can't believe the little girl grew into a lovely woman. The same laugh you always loved, you have to admit she doesn't have the sophistication of the model. But she'll have a beer with her cheeseburger and fries and never quits laughing at all your old jokes. And when you take her down that twisty road she'll start unbuttoning her blouse and dare you to drive into that corner harder than before. At the end of the evening you won't get a handshake. She'll grab you and kiss you passionately and then put her lips close to your ears and whisper, "I want a turbo!"
