#edit 3: technically there was a third one. hush

[blue-thief]

did benedict grim ever speak again after ch 157 or nah

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Midnight Expeditions (Lance Tucker) (NSFW 18+)

MASTERLIST

Characters: Lance Tucker x fem reader

Summary: This is just Lance being one naughty Olympian. Probably just a porn oneshot. LMAO. Tumblr will prolly flag me because of this. 

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Male masterbating. Cum tasting. You’re sleeping on this one. Breasts. Quite short but straight to the point. Less descriptive. This is just pure porn. 

Words: 1k+

A/N: This has been in my drafts for 5 months now? or 3? I dunno. But, I decided to post this today since I won’t be giving y’all an update this saturday for Witcher of the Night. I hope you enjoy, tater tots! WASH YOUR HANDS. CLEANSE YOUR SOULS WITH HOLY WATER, PLEASE! LMAO. HAHHHAHAHA! JK.

Disclaimer: PNG’s and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and oneshots are definitely from moi. 

MY WORKS ARE NOT NOT NOT NOT NOOOOOOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER WEBSITES. My official username in Wattpad is “TATATHEPOTATO” and that’s the only other site I have for writing aside from Tumblr. Thank you, Tater tots!

Soft hushed moans were heard like the person was trying not to let you hear him utter the most luscivous moan he could ever perceive. Loud sticky, wet sounds were perceptible as you quietly laid on your back and slept through it all.

The faint slapping sounds were sometimes a little too loud till it results into a faint echo around your room. You couldn't help but hear his groans in the corner of your ear despite of how he was trying hard to silence every noise he could make.

Every second became colder as each obscene sounds became louder. You've felt the cold air rush through your unclothed chest, the tips of the duvet falling off you as you felt warm fingertips languidly pull it down off your breasts, showing themselves to the person who immediately licked his lips. Focal point straight to your taut, perky breasts.

Lance simply licks his lips with that as his wrists gave his aching cock a tight twist, head falling back as he felt the tip of his head; the one with the eyes feel the hardwood of your headboards. The kinky, horny Olympian woke up with a hard on without the sun even shining yet, and his intelligent solution is to masterbate to your bare breasts because you've simply waved him off when you felt his veiny cock rubbing off your thigh like a horndog.

"If you're being so hotheaded, why don't you just give me the opportunity to jerk over your god damn beautiful breasts, sweet cheeks?"

You've technically didn't say no to that because you were sleep deprived. After the night and endless rounds you had with your boyfriend, there was no doubt you wouldn't be up early and especially horny unlike him.

You heard another set of fast, squelching sounds. Lance's hand going faster; up and down on his hard veiny cock. His eyes solely on your taut nipple that were ached to be sucked on. He bit his lower lip in thought and shifted higher up his elevated elbow. Lance laid down beside you, watching your breasts with diluted set of dark blue peepers. "Fuck, yes. Ugh, Those breasts make me so hard, ugh,"

This was a daily routine for the both of you. Sometimes you would wake up to him fucking you in your sleep or masterbating to none other than your naked body hidden beneath the covers. He gave you the heads up to that and who are you to say no to the self-proclaimed Zeus himself? Besides, you also found it hot that you were making him grow crazy despite of how you hated your body for mere reasons; and his enthusiasm was making you think that you were sexy enough for him.

He tried to woo you over that you shouldn't hate your body like that and the way he did it made you wet and satisfied.

His fingers lifted off his cock, resting on one of your breasts instead and giving them a firm squeeze. You shifted and plan to move away but his legs made it impossible for you to because he kept you still with his thighs tangled with yours. You heard him tut and felt his fingers give your breasts a firm squeeze for the third time; groaning in the process as he felt how soft it was beneath his palms.

"Show me those beautiful breasts, baby. Don't hide,"

His hands lifted off your breasts, not before giving your nipples a soft pinch which made you utter a tender moan in your sleep. A warm mouth was immediately replaced after that and you felt a hot, damp muscled tongue flicking your taut nipples in sheer bliss; offering kitten licks and swiping from one breast to another.

"Mmmh, God yes," Lance gravelly hummed and moaned through his kitten licks around your areola. He kissed the tips of your puckered nipple before giving a hard suck on each which made you sigh a deep one as you felt him worshiping your body and jerking over it.

His naughty fingers went straight to his tight balls, giving them both a tight hold; just the way he liked them as he continued licking the valley over your breast like a slithering animal. Lance shifted in his position, but still with his legs over yours and felt the duvet fall to the cute ends of his butt. He now had his feet perched over his knee and gave his hard cock a once over. Your lower body now on show and he continued his ministrations with a palm on the head of his dick, smoothing the pre-cum all over with a groan.

"Let me fuck you in your sleep again, baby," you heard him whisper in your ear, breath hot and fanning as he watched his thumbs run over his own leaking slit as he licked his lips.

"You'll want that right?" You heard him whisper again, warm vermillion lips touching your earlobe in a tease and you couldn't help but just utter out a moan of approval; feeling the consciousness finally submerging.

Lance 'the fucker' Tucker smirked behind the darkness that was wallowing you both inside your room. Naughty fingers languidly danced down to your navel and what nestles in between your thighs, his long, slick middle finger ponderously swiping down in between your folds and it was such a pleasuring sensation for you as he began to gather up all your wetness in one go.

He continued to encircle his fingers in between your slit, slowly as he was feeling the satisfying sounds it was creating. Lance just knew how this was making you so wet and it was making him grin from ear to ear.

The latter was watching his fingers disappear in between your mound and he couldn't help but lick his lips at the vision of him masking all your wetness in his finger. You shifted in your bed and before you knew it, your Olympian stopped his ministrations and created a needy soft sleepy moan out of you.

Lance slipped his wet middle finger inside his mouth, closing his eyes at the sweet and salty taste of you as he moaned out his satisfaction with a low mumble of his hoarse, morning voice.

"Mmmh, That's what I thought,"

*CALLS THE RED QUEEN* WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE DOWN HERE. LMAO. 

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[daddychims]

Offside Pt2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

A.N. This is unedited so bear with me for now, I’ll probably edit it tomorrow! 

“How’s everything going?”

You look up to the source of the voice, a faint smile dancing on your lips as the sight of the young doctor greets your eyes. The doctor’s beauty never fails to brighten up your shifts and tonight is no exception. Kim Seokjin, the sports medicine specialist taking care of Hanguk University’s sports clinic who also happens to be your boss.

“Not too bad!” You reply back in a jolly tone as you quickly jam pack the strips of tape in the bag carefully, hiding your blushing cheeks from the guy.

“Were the guys behaving while I was away?” The young doctor asks in his soft, polite voice as he helps you pack your tools

“Yeah, they’re alright,” you nod reassuringly, “We just had an ankle sprain over the weekend, that’s the most exciting it got.”

“Jung Hoseok?” He asks and you chuckle in response

“The captain is always a bit too passionate,” You elaborate with a smile “I just taped his ankle off and sat him down on the bench for the weekend. He was doing fine tonight so we compromised under one condition. And  that is he will take it easy for a while.”

“I think its time for me to retire then,” he laughs as he pushes the last piece of tape in your bag “you’re ready to take over huh?”

“Of course not Dr Kim,” you shake your head with a frown “I won't last a day out here on my own, its the finals in a bit and we’ll see how they all start to fall apart.”

He helps you place the bag full of tapes and gels on the side of the room, before looking around and reaching for the plastic bag containing the Inhaler.

"Not that," you quickly call catching his attention "I have to put that away, It's expiring in a week."

 "Oh right," He nods as he quickly looks over at the side of the puffer and checks the date "Are we getting one anytime soon?"

"I placed the order through the office, Mrs Han said it'll be here sometime next week." You explain as you organize the grab a paper towel to clean the table

"How's Jeon doing?" Dr Kim's voice echoes in the room and you pause while doing your cleaning duty, briefly thinking over your earlier observation

"He's alright!" You reply after a moment of hesitation against your real intentions

"That's good, I was wondering if I need to take him in for a review."

Your ears perk at the statement and you quickly stop, glancing up at the young doctor.

"Why?" you asked with a keen tone

"Why what?" Seokjin replies with a dumbfounded expression

"N-Nothing..." you quickly shrug it off, proceeding to dry off the traces of wet water off the chair before pausing again and looking up at the confused doctor "Actually, I dont know!"

"You dont know?" he repeats, his face showing more confusion

"About Jeon, I dont know if he's fine," you state nervously watching Seokjin's questioning eyes for the cue to continue talking "I mean I'm only in my third year and we barely learnt anything about Asthma but-" you quickly shrug off with a chuckle "Its probably foolish assumption of me anyways!"

"No go on," he says furrowing his eyebrows "I'm sure it's worth discussing at least!"

"Well, he was coughing quite roughly in the middle of the game tonight," you explain and Seokjin nods in response

"Was that all you observed?" he asks, his voice suddenly resembling some of your tutors in the classes you attend every day

"He seemed a bit short of breath, I mean he was in the middle of the game so It might be normal but he was hunching over and gasping during his cough," you elaborate your earlier memory of the guy "Which means he was usually extra help from his accessory muscles."

"What's your hypothesis?"  He asks softly as he takes the information in

"I'm not sure, I mean I dont know much about his Asthma  but I know he shouldn't be feeling so breathless if he's taking his meds." you reply honestly  and the doctor nods with a smile

"Well I think someone has been listening to her lectures pretty well," he chuckles placing the plastic bag on the table, " I agree with you. I should probably review his medications. Good call."

"Oh," you respond quite surprised at his reaction "Thanks." you flash a smile before walking across the room to get your bag and leave

"Y/N..." you turn around upon hearing your voice "If you observe anything next time, dont hesitate to tell me," he instructs giving you a reassuring nod "Considering you see those guys more often than me on the field, It doesn't hurt to call things out."

"Sure Dr Kim!" you bow quickly before shifting your bag on your should and leaving the clinic

-

"These pain science lectures will be the death of me. they are so freaking boring.” 

Your friend sighs dropping his forehead on the table, pressing it firmly against the book.

"Calm down Joon, we're in the library, not your living room," you hiss under your breath, grabbing the corner of his MacBook and having a quick look at his screen "hey you're almost done with it."

"Yeah after literally 5 hours," he rolls his eyes at you as he brings his head up "Are you done?"

"Yeah, I was having a look at the Asthma topic-"

"Asthma?" he interrupts, quickly leaning to have a look at your screen  “Dont you guys learn that in the second year!?”

"Yeah," you shrug nodding your head "Doesn't hurt to revise you know!"

"Ugh you're so freaking annoying," he whines pursing his lips forward, "I barely get to catch up and you're already revising!"

"The finals are near, you should start too-" you start your mini-lecture for your friend when he quickly stands up

"I think we've done enough," he quickly jams his notebook, pens and papers in the bag "Pack up, we're partying tonight!"

"I can't," you sigh, pressing your bottom to the chair as you rest your back on the backrest "With the final games coming up I'll have to work double shifts soon, It's not time to party!"

"I came all the way from SNU to study in Hanguk’s library with you,” he raises an eyebrow unimpressed “Now you’re sending me off to the party on my own?”

“Well thank you but no one asked you to come here!”  you shrug in response

”Woah,” he scoffs in disbelief leaning closer over the table “I get called a traitor by my team for coming here and hang out with you just to be disrespected like this!?”

“Seriously, you and your team are SO overdramatic!” You sigh

“Well, with the final games coming we have to keep our guard up,” he replies determinedly “Which is why we decided to go to Jeon’s party this week!”

”What!?” You shriek with wide eyes, receiving a few hushes and glares from those in the library “You’re attending your opponent’s party to hold your guard up!? Are you guys dumb!?”

“Hey hey,” he hisses furrowing his eyebrows “This is highly professional leadership, I figured it’ll be a good idea for the boys to get to know their opponent. As they say, keep your friends close and your enemy closer.”

”Christ, That sounds even more ridiculous when you put it that way.” You chuckle mocking his way of describing things

“Anyways, I’m going to Jeon’s party and you’re coming with me,” He says as he snaps the top of your laptop to close it down and grabs your bag “And you’re gonna be my wingwoman and introduce me to Jiwoo.”

You start laughing right away, covering your mouth so the sound of your hysterical laugh doesn’t receive any more harsh glares from the library attendants.

”Highly planned leadership my ass,” You mock looking at your friend with an amused look “You wanna get in your opponent’s pants huh!?”

“Well, technically it’d be my opponent’s sister’s pants so ..." he explains defensively

“Hoseok will kill you if he knows!” You warn, tone slightly threatening

”I know,” he rolls his eyes as he unzips your backpack and pushes your books in, “I can handle him on the field, how bad can he be!"

”Pretty bad!" you nod sternly "I’m just saying Jiwoo is my friend and I know how protective Hoseok can get,” you throw your shoulder up defensively "Dont tell me I didn't warn ya!"

-

You quickly type a text informing Jiwoo that you're in the place. The house is packed with Hanguk University's party animals, youth in their 20s dancing and getting smashed on the hard liquor.

You're not quite used to these places, considering yourself more of a nerd as your friend Namjoon would love to call you. You hate crowded places like this and prefer enjoying your weekend drinks at a more classy bar rather than a house party like this.

But you can't object your friend's request considering how far he's been travelling from his own campus to yours every single week to give you a hand in your studies.

Namjoon is in his final year, studying the same major as you. But instead, he's pursuing it at the Seoul's National University. You still remember how jealous you were when you studied your ass off and still got rejected by SNU while he managed to get in with full scholarship via what you'd consider as "minimum effort".

His high IQ, however, is not the only matter of envy in everyone's eyes. But the fact that he manages to be the captain of the SNU's soccer team labels him as the official cream of the crop. 

But nevertheless, he's still you dumbass Joonie who used to play with you in the backyard of your house, putting rocks in the middle of your bicycle path so he can laugh at you stumbling and hurt your butt. 

So you have no other choice but to put yourself in a place you'd never voluntarily be just so you can help him out with his love life.

"Jiwoo!" You call getting a sight of your friend who's swaying to the beat with a red cup of booze in his hand.

She turns around and smiles waving at you with her signature bright smile and you walk through the crowd to get to her.

"Look Who's here," she declares with an amused grin on her lips "Did the sun rise from the west today?!" he chuckles teasingly

"I figured I'd be able to finally get a sight of my old friend here!" you hiss looking for a plastic red cup to get some booze yourself

"Hey hey," she crosses her arms across her chest "You're not blaming it on me, I told you I can always be found here."

"Yeah sure," you roll your eyes at her statement "I'll keep in mind your primary method of the meetup is House parties."

"It's fun." she pouts, hooking her hand around yours and placing her chin on your shoulder "Did you hear the SNU boys are coming tonight?" she hesitates before muttering "I wonder how that'll go!"

"I was with Namjoon earlier, he told me he's coming over with the boys," you nod and glance back at her worried expression "why?"

"This a secret, dont tell anyone," she warns as she leans closer to your ear "Jungkook has some kind of history with one of them. He didn't really want them here."

"Jeon?" you repeat and your friend nods to confirm "How come?"

"Not sure!" she purses her lips in uncertainty "I overheard Hoseok talking to him earlier, he didn't look too pleased and kept talking about this guy called Jimin. but Hoseok convinced him its good for the upcoming friendly game they have next week."

"Friendly game?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows, "How come I never heard of that? They should have added it to my schedule!"

"They still haven't confirmed it, they're planning to discuss it tonight."

You nod digesting the new information your friend just gave you. You recent memories with Jungkook flashes through your mind and considering he's such as jerk all the time it's not so unexpected for him to have beef with other people in your mind. 

"I'm going to the bathroom." you make an excuse, drifting away from the girl in an attempt to find Namjoon and hopefully do your mission of the night.

Walking through the crowded hallway you find your way to the bathroom with the help of Jiwoo's rough guide. You stop by a wooden door that appears to be very similar to Jiwoo's description of the bathroom when you hear an unusual sound of breathing. It sounds like rough gasps for breath along with occasional coughs in between which all sound to familiar to your ear.

You furrow your eyebrows slowly walking towards the open door at the end of the hallway, peeking through the crack of the half open door. You watch the hunched view of the guy who has his head between his hands, gasping for air while sitting on the edge of his king sized bed. 

"Jeon, You alright?" Before you even realize your instincts push you inside his room, ignoring other things such as personal space and privacy that might have been a good idea for you to consider before heading inside the guy's room.

His doe eyes travels up to you, pupils slightly dilated which in your mind reminds you of every lecture you sat through about Fight or Flight response kicking in. 

"Hey you alright?" you quickly step closer to him and he winces, body retracting 

"G-Get out!" he yells through his gasps, stumbling on his breath to make it to the end of his short words

"Are you sure you're fine?" you ask squinting your eyes at him as you take another step closer

"I said get the fuck out! NOW!" he shouts back in response, firmer this time and thats enough for you to turn around and run.

Before you know, you're running down the hallway in rushed footsteps. You dont even know why you're running away but before you even try and rationalise you're actions, you bump to someone who's walking in the opposite direction towards you and you both stumble on the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" you quickly mutter against the guy's chest who you basically used as a shield against the floor you just fell on

"No, you're alright," he mutters in his quite high pitched sound

You raise your head up to get the sight of your savior just before you attempt to roll off his body. He has a faint smile on his plump lips and his eyes almost disappear as his grins widens upon seeing your face. 

"Hey," he greets raising up on his elbows, while still having your body draped over his comfortably. You shiver as he leans closer and his warm, alcohol scented breath hits the side of you neck "You dont look as heavy as you feel," he whispers and your whole body heats up in embarrassment "But you know I always had a thing for girls who have a bit of meat on them." 

A.N. Please reblog, comment or send in anons and let me know what you think! Love ya’ll! 

[buildercar]

New Post has been published on http://www.buildercar.com/four-seasons-2016-mazda-mx-5-miata-club-wrap-up/

Four Seasons 2016 Mazda MX-5 Miata Club Wrap-Up

We’ve reached a crossroads, where two decidedly different sports cars are at a standoff over which has the right of way. Will the autonomous system guiding the tech-laden, EV-boosted model engage polite mode and let the visceral, highly analog machine proceed first? Or will this be the last intersection for a car that actually needs a human to turn the wheel and push the pedals?

The old-school-flavored, drive-it-yourself ride in question is a lightweight, minimalist ragtop with rear-wheel drive. It has no advanced self-driving gadgetry, and its drivers need not waste their time dialing in fancy electronic chassis and throttle settings. It came, we think, with the correct setup from the Hiroshima factory where it rolled off the line. It’s a car we’ve been thrilled with since the original made its debut in 1989: the Mazda Miata.

When Mazda announced to the world that the all-new fourth-generation MX-5 would be lighter and closer to the original’s character, we knew we wanted to perform a long-term evaluation, even more so after we dubbed it a 2016 All-Star. So we requested a $29,420 MX-5 Club edition to join the Four Seasons fleet. The only Miata trim level that comes with the sport-tuned suspension, the Club also features Bilstein shocks and a limited-slip differential, along with a front air dam, rear lip spoiler and bumper skirt, and side sill extensions. Naturally, we couldn’t resist adding the Brembo/BBS package to the mix ($3,400), with the former’s front calipers and rotors and the latter’s 17-inch forged dark aluminum wheels. An advanced keyless system is added on for good measure.

With minus 150 pounds of lightness added (as Colin Chapman would’ve put it) versus the outgoing third-generation model, our 2016 Mazda MX-5 Miata remains only adequately quick in a straight line, though to channel Lotus founder Chapman again, it’s quick everywhere else, too. Much like the previous three generations, it yaws at turn-in and then stiffens as the tires hold grip. The tail will predictably help speed you through the corners if you use enough throttle or lift at the right time.

“Alive is how I would describe the Miata’s steering,” road test editor Eric Weiner said. “It just tells you everything you need to know. Paired with slight body roll, the Miata is never short on engaging communication.”

Although others agreed with Weiner on the steering feel, the car’s overall ride/handling has been described by some on staff as having tons of body roll.

“I don’t like the amount of it you get when you corner hard,” executive editor Mac Morrison added. “The car is fun to drive regardless, but I would much prefer a more aggressive feel.” Our 6-foot-1-inch executive editor also wanted a seat height adjustment beyond the progressive fore-aft track that lowers as you move the seat back. Associate editor Jonathon Klein, at 6 feet 4 inches tall, said the car is crying out for a telescopic steering wheel.

Although it’s rated at just 155 horsepower, there are only 2,312 pounds of car to motivate. And though there were predictable pleas for more power, many declared the MX-5 to be as close to perfect as any sports car on sale. The power it does have is almost perfectly distributed. This is a car that’s about balance in every sense of the word.

Not surprisingly, editors loved driving the Miata Club, especially with the top down on twisty canyon roads during a weekend getaway or on their favorite highway on/off-ramps, adding some spice to an otherwise boring, traffic choked daily L.A. commute. We drove it back to back along with the latest Volkswagen GTI, another perennial Automobile favorite, at Mazda Raceway Laguna Seca. We also drove it alongside the new Fiat 124 Spider Abarth on the twisty, empty Highway 58 in Central California.

Daily news editor Conner Golden spent some quality time in the MX-5, running it down to San Diego for his grandmother’s 90th birthday. “Especially in person, you notice how tiny the Miata is,” Golden said. “I didn’t pack lightly, carrying along a full-size rolling suitcase, stuffed backpack, and heavy coat. Luckily, the canvas roof occupies a very modest share of real estate, and the relatively snug 4.6 cubic feet of cargo space was just enough to swallow my luggage perfectly.”

By far our biggest trip in the Miata, however, was a cross-country jaunt by yours truly from our SoCal HQ back to our Detroit office, mostly along Interstate 80.

If you’re a couple who likes to take your sports car on longer trips, try fitted luggage, which my wife and I have used to great effect with our personal third-gen Miata. I borrowed the two larger bags for the three-day trip to Motown and had space left for my bike-messenger bag. As many of the car’s miles were short open-top blasts in and around L.A., the Four Seasons Miata barely had 9,000 miles on the clock when features editor Rory Jurnecka turned the keys over to me on the west end of Highway 58.

I drove it roughly 2,500 miles during the trip, and with less than three months remaining, the Detroit bureau team added another 7,500 or so. We (reluctantly) returned the car with 19,484 miles on the odometer.

On top of scheduled maintenance, we spent $79.38 on a window chip repair and $595 on a Flyin’ Miata Hush-O-Matic, a throaty-sounding active exhaust that offers no performance improvements. Editors in the El Segundo HQ were a bit embarrassed by its volume, while the apparently more boisterous Metro Detroit office enjoyed its manlier note.

One of the last cars available at any price to offer all the charm and driving pleasure without oil leaks and electrical gremlins of yore.

We heard that some early owners of the new Miata were having issues with second and third gear, and indeed one we know received a technical service bulletin for his personal car. The dealer kept his MX-5 a few days to install a revised gearbox. However, we received no TSB and had no issues even after tracking the car twice.

In fact, we had virtually no problems with the Miata. “It’s been a total peach since day one,” reported Weiner just before we turned it in. “It feels as tight as the day we got it, the only blemish being the windshield chip fixed by Safelite, which apparently didn’t take.”

Although some younger staffers missed the navigation system and blind-spot warning indicators that come with the top-trim Grand Touring model, others regretted the electronic gizmos that did come with the Miata Club, such as the big center-screen control button in the center console, which is easy to brush when shifting gears. We want third, not a different radio station.

But that’s kibitzing over one of the last cars available at any price to offer all the charm and driving pleasure of a small, well-balanced, rear-drive, two-seat roadster without oil leaks and electrical gremlins of yore and the soul-sucking autonomous electric gadgetry that’s proliferating today. When we first took possession of our 2016 Mazda MX-5 Club, we asked, “Is the Miata always the answer?” For us lucky few, it is indeed the solution to all that.

Pros & Cons

+ Handling and ride + Communicative chassis and steering + Simple and easy to drive fast – Equipment limitations among three trim levels – Center-screen control knob gets in the way of shifting – Could always use more power

2016 Mazda MX-5 Miata Club Running Costs

Mileage 19,484 miles Warranty 3-yr/36,000-mi bumper-to-bumper 5-yr/60,000-mi powertrain 24-hour roadside assistance Scheduled Maintenance 16,880 mi: Lube, oil, and filter, $63.83; rotate tires, $22.95; 14-point inspection, $8.28 Warranty Repairs None Recalls None Out-Of-Pocket 1,509 mi: Repair stone chip in windshield with Safelite, $79.38 6,500 mi: Add Flyin’ Miata Hush-O-Matic exhaust, $595 Fuel Consumption: EPA city/highway/combined: 20/26/22 mpg Observed: 30.5 mpg Cost Per Mile (Fuel, service): $0.10 ($0.46 including depreciation) Trade-In Value $25,828 *Estimate based on information from Intellichoice

Our Test Results 0–60 mph 6.0 sec 60-0 mph 107 ft 1/4–mile 14.6 sec @ 94.0 mph Skidpad 0.95 g

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