25 Years Ago – Volume 11, Issue 2
This issue marks the beginning of the end for the Miata Club of America and the Miata Magazine itself. I don’t know for sure, but I think that the founder of the Club, Norm Garrett, and the Club President, Vince Tidwell, who had been publishing the magazine at the Club headquarters in Georgia for the first ten years wanted a break from doing the magazine to focus on growing the Club, so when Barbara Beach and Alan Partridge wanted to start doing the magazine, they jumped at the chance. But almost instantly they came to regret the direction the California duo started to take. Barb and Alan also wanted to start another style Miata magazine that had nothing to do with the Miata Club of America. Anyway, the magazine shoulders on for another three years before it all collapses like house of cards.
A Work In Progress
– Alan Paradise
Imagine you have been asked to construct a sports car. You are handed a few basic guidelines, some of which have been severely and consistently criticized. Nevertheless, you accept the task because you have done this same job many times. More importantly, you accept the assignment because you love to build cars.
The first thing you need to accomplish is a set of designs or blueprints. Drawing upon your past experiences, you let prior success be your guide. Slowly, you begin to visualize the end result of your project. Consulting with others who may want to own your new automotive creation, you get a better sense of what features and materials you will integrate into this project.
Feeling confident, you step into your work area to begin. You have equipped yourself with the necessary tools to get the job done. There you are, ready to create. In front of you is an empty concrete slab. You have no drivetrain, no chassis, no body panels, and no interior. In other words, other than a few bits and pieces, you’re starting from ground zero. Oh yes, you have 60-days to make the entire vehicle roadworthy and ready for public viewing.
You now have a deadline to meet. As you get into the job, the elbows start raging, hair starts flying, and the adrenal gland goes into overdrive. It doesn’t take long to realize you’re going to need some assistance to meet the approaching deadline. A few phone calls enlist the helping hands of a few friends. They arrive with vital components for the project. However, the bulk of the construction rests squarely on your shoulders. Working day and night, burning the candle at ends you didn’t know existed, you start to show evidence of progress. Giving a few people a sneak peek, you are given the “thumbs up” and furiously continue.
Deadline day is quickly approaching. Shifting into high gear, your pace quickens. Soon you must open the garage door and roll the car into the sunlight. Unlike a prototype, such as the cars secured behind velvet ropes at the autoshows, panting drivers leap into your vehicle, turn the key, jack up the revs, and dump the clutch. After a quick test drive, some jump all over you because the fit and finish is not perfect, or a weld has not been completely ground down to a precisely smooth surface. Others comment on the spirit of construction and congratulate you on the thought process employed in bringing together a wide variety of components. Either way, you are thankful for the kind words and absorb the criticism, even when some bordered on abuse.
This is what it is like to create a publication such as Miata Magazine. The wonders of cyberspace allowed some readers to respond quickly to the first issue of the year. Others, seeing a more grounded picture, choose to respond with greater support.
However, unlike a prototype or first edition car, you can’t just pull a magazine back into the barn to refine it. No sir, you have to get it out there and start the next edition.
When Barbara Beach and Phil Wolfson asked me to consider taking the helm of Miata Magazine, I was more than prepared to help develop the publication into a newsstand magazine.
I am also a Miata owner and enthusiast. In 1989, I was lucky enough to be one of the first automotive journalists to drive and report on the Miata. I, like you, was hooked from the first time my hands touched the steering wheel. I am now on my third Miata.
At the time of my appointment, one detail was made clear; not to expect any existing files or archives from the past. No electronic layouts, no past editorials, no photos and no correspondence. I was starting from ground zero.
Thankfully, a handful of good people stepped up to offer support in the form of materials. Lyn Vogel, Rob Ebersol, and Austin Dash submitted great material. Vince and Norm, did their parts as did Barb who added her profound enlightenment of Miataland.
For those who have taken the time to send words of support and encouragement, I thank you. To the ones who have roasted the past issue, defying human nature, I thank you for your comments and suggestions. To those who have chosen to be abusive, I’ll say a prayer for you as I try and maintain a Christian outlook on life.
As I reviewed the comments from the past issue, a message from a Sunday sermon kept ringing in my ears. “Anything that will have a lasting effect cannot be governed or dictated by the fickleness of the masses. Rather, everything that has a lasting effect is achieved by the faithfulness of the few.”
As you read and enjoy this issue, celebrate being one of the few and keep the faith.
Four For Tuesday
1) This morning I finished up the travel sticker/poster jigsaw puzzle that I’ve been working on for the last couple of weeks.
2) After lunch I went for a 2-1/2 mile walk around my favorite local trail around the Salish Ponds Wetlands Trail. The picture above is the west pond.
3) While searching for something to watch today, I discovered that A Complete Unknown was available for free on Hulu, so I spent the next 2 hours and 20 minutes planted on the couch.
4) The radio for Bucky with its newly installed Bluetooth module was deposited on my doorstep this evening. Tomorrow I will install it.
Sport, Off-Road, Touring
See The USA Edition of SORT
As of Monday, March 31, 2025 at 8:00 PM pacific time:
| Sport | Off-Road | Touring |
|---|---|---|
| 2013 Chevrolet Corvette | 2019 Chevrolet Colorado | 2021 Chevrolet Express |
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| Last week was all Porsche and this week it is all Chevrolet. The Chevys couldn’t be all the same model as the Porsche, but what the hey I would have if I could have. | ||
Here is what last week’s cars sold for, or bid to (if the reserve was not met):
Sport: 2024 Porsche 911 GT3 RS Bid to USD $425,000 on 3/28/25
Off-Road: 1982 Porsche 911SC Sold for USD $130,000 on 3/26/25
Touring: 2006 Porsche 911 Carrera Sold for USD $50,500 on 3/25/25
Solo Post Office Sunday
I got up early and went downstairs at the Shilo Inn for breakfast and boy what a disappointment. The only thing I got was small pre-packaged container of Honey Nut Cheerios and an 8oz container of 2% milk. I went back to the room and ate. I wanted to get this hanging Post Office in New Pine Creek (see above photo) so I drove the 112 miles one way to get it. I stopped in Lakeview on the way back to get something really worth eating.
When I arrived back to the hotel around noon, it was just in time to watch the Red Sox lose their game against the Texas Rangers. Boston won the first game of the series last Thursday, but promptly lost the next three to Texas, so their 2025 W/L record so far is 1-3.
Also, when I got back to the hotel, I wasn’t hungry for lunch because of the homemade biscuit with egg, sausage & cheese I had at The Bottom of the Barrel Bakery was twice the size of a normal Carl’s Jr biscuit. I figured I’d get back on track with a good dinner. Never happened.
When I checked the weather for the day in Klamath Falls it mentioned that there might be some snow in the early morning hours of Monday. Hmmm, there wasn’t any mention of snow earlier in the week. Around three this afternoon I looked again, now they were saying an inch or more of accumulation at lower altitudes, but there might be several inches above 5,000 feet. That would be a problem, any route I would take from Klamath Falls to home would include at least one pass that was higher than five thousand. I was willing to stay another day, but changed my mind when snow was forecast for the next 3 days.
I stuffed all my things back into their respective bags, checked out of the hotel, threw the bags in the trunk and headed north. It was 3:30 in the afternoon. At about 5:30 I would normally be thinking about getting din-din, but by then I was long past civilization. I kept thinking I’d see something I wanted in those small towns on this side of the Cascades, but didn’t. I got on I-5 just south of Eugene and really didn’t want to get right back off, so I was going to wait until I got north of town. Then with all the traffic I missed the only exit that had food listed on the sign. I had to stop and gas in Salem and by that time it quarter after seven and too late to eat a meal. I ate the second bag of a half apple I had brought along for afternoon snack.
I figure between the Lakeview round trip and the dash home I drove over 500 miles for the day. With Saturday’s 300-ish mile drive down to K-Falls it was certainly good practice for my upcoming Jumbo Road Trip.
K-Falls Weekend
Drove over the Cascades today to visit some friends back in Klamath Falls. When I got up to around 4,000′ there was snow on the pines and at 5,000′, the road had minimal shoulders because the snow banks were a couple three feet high. There was no snow on the roads, because the temperatures were above freezing so they were just wet.
Between getting off I-5 south of Eugene and before I got that high, along the way I stopped and took pictures of all the 5 Post Offices that are along OR-58.
- Pleasant Hill – The sun was absolutely in the wrong spot, but when that happens the first thing I think is, ‘Oooh, lens flare.’ (3/29/25)
- Dexter – The only legal parking for this post office was behind that hedge right behind the Miata which would have made seeing the car impossible. (3/29/25)
- Lowell – Coming from the west, like I did, you can see the historic covered bridge and it looks like it is still in use. But when you get there it is just an illusion. (3/29/25)
- Westfir – The Post Office is the flat roof part and, this is just a guess, the round roof is the community center, but there was no way to tell because the only signage is the ELCOME above the double doors. (3/29/25)
- Oakridge – There was someone parked right where I am now when I first saw the post office so I slowly made a long slow circle around the block. When I got back, ta da! (3/29/25)
Tomorrow I am going to take a couple hundred-mile drive to capture a post office that when we lived in K-Falls, I thought it was a California PO because that is what Google says when you type in the address, but turns out it is physically located in Oregon. I have no idea what the folks in New Pine Creek, California do for their post office, use the Oregon one with a different Zip Code or the same Zip and a different +four. I won’t know and can’t ask the person behind the counter inside because it’ll be Sunday it isn’t open.
This will still leave one last post office in this neck of the woods, the one in Crater Lake Nation Park. It is located at the visitor center, while it is open I’m not so sure if I could get the Miata, with its all-season tires, up there. I’ll plan another trip down to Klamath Falls in the summer for another visit and catch it then.












