Pretty much the same as you, except for the dog. My wife usally sits as my passenger, and I’m the only one that says she cool. 

All the stuff you guys mentioned….and…

Shifting for myself!

I went into a tobacco store a couple of days ago and the owner (clerk/stockboy) asked me if he could get a picture of my car.  I said ok.  He locked up the store (2 customers outside the door) while he came out, sat in MiGi and got his picture taken to send back to his relatives in Pakistan.  What a huge smile was on his face.  “Is it for sale?”  I said no.  

People love these cars. Teens, mid-aged, older cats especially. I love
even the Friday afternoon crawl through rush-hour traffic, ’cause people
in the other lanes sometimes try to strike up a conversation. I have
been asked all the usual–what year, make, how fast, etc. (I tell them
her number is her top speed). Also: “Is that a Rolls Royce?”

In Baltimore City Bridget gets love & respect in every neighborhood, especially–and I do mean especially–in the rougher places where a lot of white suburban folks fear to travel.

But better even than all that–and all that is great–I really, really
love a nice, spirited spin on a deserted country road in the morning or
afternoon. Since the adjustable beam and spring rate reduction last
year, Bridget is a real pleasure in the turns, as when I reeled-in this
guy

going into the MGs on the Rocks show a few weeks back. There is nothing
so fun as a little sports car on a windy road and, even slow as she is
and balanced like the lightened Bug she is, Bridget does feel these days like what she looks like–only with a better ride.

 Rod runs are always fun , all the miles ,smiles ,and just all the people that like her, but I hate the rain . Dan