I drove the Miata about 100 miles today. No destinations, just some fun driving. Probably drove the Volvo an equal amount today as well. Keeping with tradition, something on the Volvo broke—because of course it did—and the Miata handled redline shifts and general abuse like a champ.
Despite an unending stream of broken parts from the Volvo, I really love my two-car garage at the moment. They both bring me a ton of joy, in very different ways.