Miatas give men breast cancer Don.
I have driven miatas and even fitted with a turbo, just didn't do it for me.
I drove a bone stock Miata in the rural mountainous areas of amish country up in Pennsylvania. Oh my damn, one of the best driving experiences of my life. We are talking flat out orgasmic. The roads are in great shape but follow the contour of the terrain and are razor thin so curves are super-sharp, sometimes off camber, lots of ups and downs (some violent)...just amazing. Since they are so thin and you're constantly working the gears and wheel, it felt like a race car experience. I mean I've flogged good cars on the blue ridge parkway, but this was great. Spectacular. Every turn was a beautiful view and an opportunity to pull some g and flog the crap out it. Without ever breaking 80mph I had a better sensation of speed than driving the around here in a 600hp street monster. That being said on the flats or anywhere where torque and horsepower matter...you feel like the miata needs viagra and some steroids. The miata is for you if you fancy racing in a parking lot, live near a road course or basically live in the mountainous regions. The fun in a miata exists between 35 and 85 on really curvy roads with elevation changes where almost every curve is marked 35.
Now living anywhere else on the planet other than some place that offers the perfect twisty roads for your daily commute with breath taking vistas, I'd rather have a 200* Cadillac CTS-V. You can find a high mileage cream puff some old fart babied under your budget if you dig. It is low on the attention grabbing scale of the police radar, fast and easy to make faster. Best of all it handles great and makes for a great car to take on a trip.