The desert north of Las Vegas was sweltering, broiling, intolerable. In front of me, brake lights and stopped cars for miles—construction. Above, the night sky taunted me. It was after dark but the air was a parching 104F, and I was trapped in a cockroach-sized lozenge of a sportscar whose A/C had given up the ghost, squirming in the heat and bombarding the irradiated desert with new-minted curses.
I didn't know it at the time, but the misery was worth it. Just two days later, I had Laguna Seca all to myself. (And so did Travis Okulski, who's driving the old girl in the photo above.)
No pilgrimage is necessarily comfortable. Back in the day, self-flagellation and hair shirts were the norm for that sort of thing. I had faith, though. Faith that the 2016 Mazda Miata ND was going to be worth the pain. Faith that 2800 miles through the best and worst of the American west would reveal something immutable and true about all Miatas, and I could use this hard-won knowledge as a yardstick to measure the ND. Also, I'd get a wicked farmer's tan.