Lone Star Chapter

I was driving down Northwest Highway this morning and I saw something that boggled my mind.
This is a re-creation of what I saw:



A yellow Mazda Miata. But it was not a convertible, like the one in this picture, and it was not traveling with a silver Mazda Miata, as this photo suggests.
It was just a regular Miata (as "regular" as a neon yellow, 3-cylinder, 9-year-old, cool-for-about-two-days-in-1991, 2 seater car can be).



This car had nothing to it ---no aura of greatness [like a 2001 honda accord v6-leather, for example], no "look at me-ness", no reason to even notice it--- except for the awful yellow ("yellow" might even be too nice a word- it was more like "eggyolk", or the exact color of the guts of those hairy caterpillars that Markie and Noe Lozano used to squash when we were kids) paint job.
I doubt that anyone else on the road this morning even gave this particular car a second thought (but I'm sure everybody's first thought was: "Let me speed up and pull alongside this miata, just to see what kind of loser is driving it."). And honestly (maybe thankfully), I did not even give it any special thought.
But as I cruised along behind this Miata, I noticed the custom license plate frame that the owner had fastened to the bumper. It read [and I quote]:

"NATIONAL MIATA OWNERS CLUB" on top,

and across the bottom it had the words:
"LONE STAR CHAPTER"

So, not only is there a club of miata owners, but there is also a Texas chapter of this club.
All day I have been wondering: Does this club have regular meetings? Do its members pay monthly dues (if so, how much are these dues??)? How exclusive is this club? Is there a way to get into these meetings if I do not actually own a miata?? What do they talk about when they meet?

Chairman: "OK, I call this meeting to order. Does anybody have any important Miata information to report?"
Loser #1: "A girl looked at me at a red light last week."
Loser #2: "Damn."
Chairman: "Great. Meeting adjourned."

[For the record, owning a yellow Mazda Miata is in no way similar to riding around Knox-Henderson every day on a bright orange, flame-adorned mountain bike. So save your smart-ass comments. Thank you.]