I Believe In Convertibles
In a ragtop every trip is a party. I find myself taking the long way there and the long way home. An ordinary run to the grocery store or the dry-cleaner becomes a happy voyage through the breezes and the sunshine that Captain Jack Sparrow could have appreciated. I can imagine him saying “You know what a convertible is, a convertible is freedom.”
Freedom from the ordinary, regular transport that places you inside your automobile. Its no wonder that SUV drivers are escaping their confinement by talking on their cell phones. One of the happy coincidences of having the top down is that it renders cell phones unusable. Some say it is noisy with the world streaming by your windshield, I say, turn up your music.
A convertible is possibly the most democratic form of transport other than the shoe leather express. Whether you are behind the wheel of an ancient ragtop or piloting the latest folding roof offering from a European manufacturer, the sky is the same amount of blue. Or, as much blue sky as you can get in our part of the world.
In a convertible everyone is younger and better looking. At any of the places where people of different generations cross paths, i am quickly identified as a middle age guy. But in the convertible however, i draw glances and comments from young men and women both. Sometimes you can see them calculating when they will be able to get their own top-down ride. I hope it is soon. In fact, when i am asked to advise my graduating students i tell them three things:
Find work you like.
Be slow to anger and quick to laugh
And last, get a convertible.
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