I see how it is...
You're calling me fat.
I won't stand for it.
I won't be bullied.
I won't be pushed around.
I won't be fat shamed.
Kidding aside.... I do own a Miata.... short story long is:
My grandpa bought a little convertible when my dad was a teenager... might have been a Karman Ghia, might have been an MG - I can't remember. My pops was bit by the "fun little convertible" bug and spend his years pining for the day when he could get one. Being a college professor that was both BROKE and completely non-automotive (probably could change a tire, but I'm not sure), he was never confident buying a British car, or anything else he had to "monkey with". Along comes 1992 and through a perfect confluence of events, he finally had some discretionary money, and Japan had finally cranked out an affordable roadster... he bought one. And his son (me) was then bit by the same "fun convertible" bug....
Fast forward to 2014 - he finally decided he was tired of getting in and out of it at the ripe old age of 70+ and it was time for his son (me) to inherit the ol' beast.
You can call it a girl car... it probably is. You can call it a wimp car.... it probably is. You can call it underpowered and kinda tired... and it probably is...
But when I've got the top down in almost every month of the year and get to rip up and down canyons around corners at speeds that scoff at the suggested yellow speed signs... you can call it whatever you want... I love driving the thing. I mean love it. And yes... all 200+lbs and 6'2" of me fits in the car. But I do occasionally drop a Chris Farley impression "fat guy in a little car".