By Eve 
Andrea Mancini isn’t your typical Italian car nut. While others chase Ferraris and Lamborghinis, he’s gone all-in on Mazda’s unassuming little roadster, the Miata. The result? Miataland, a jaw-dropping shrine to the tiny two-seater, crammed with over 50 of these underdogs, from quirky rarities to full-blown custom monsters.
It started back in ’98 with an NA model—the one with those adorable pop-up lights. But when he switched to an NB with fixed headlights, something snapped. He swore he’d never sell another Miata, and now his garage looks like a time capsule of the model’s entire history. Most were dragged in from Japan, some took detours through the UK, but they all ended up parked under Mancini’s roof.
The crown jewels? A Yamamoto Signature ND, one of just four ever made, paying homage to the car’s original engineer. Then there’s the M2-1001 and M2-1002, relics from Mazda’s defunct boutique division. One’s a lightweight track terror, the other a plush, leather-clad cruiser. And yeah, he’s even got an NC—the black sheep of the Miata family—but even that’s a 20th-anniversary edition, track-honed but street-legal.
But here’s where it gets wild. Mancini didn’t stop at factory specs. There’s a Miata dressed like a Ferrari GTO, another masquerading as an Austin-Healey Sprite, and one packing a supercharged Ford V8 that could probably outrun half the supercars in Italy.
Space is tight, though. A new Toyota-collab Miata might break his “no more room” rule. For now, Miataland stands as proof that obsession beats prestige any day. Because who needs a million-dollar hypercar when you’ve got a garage full of personality on four wheels?
Shawn Henry