Ah, yes! I've never owned a convertible before up until about three months ago. Since then it has been a joy and an excellent stress reliever. Though I've put many dollars into it in repairs it has been well worth it. After all, it is an '83 Ford Mustang. Dealing with another Ford under my ownership has been a long suffering experience. I had a Ford Tempo off the showroom floor many years back that spent more time in the shop then in actual use. Fix Or Repair Daily has become a compass etched into my very DNA.
Anyhow, still in the spirit as I just got back from a sweet ride, I compose this blissful post as intended.
They say being bald is beautiful. However, I would alter that to say "Being bald is beautiful when imagined with long flowing hair being blown back by the wind in a convertible." Contemplate that inspired statement as you hang upon the tree of Wo equal to that of sitting in your roofed automobile.
Make no mistake all vehicles are designed to get you from point A to point B. However, whether that vehicle has a soul or not makes all the difference in the world for the health, safety and sanity of the driver. Modern automobiles have very little soul. They're all the same! There comes a point where the "aerodynamic" look becomes cliche and provide nothing to remember that vehicle by. They have computers but not manly cough. Sure, they hit 60, but they don't make the front end tilt when you press the accelerator in park. Rise up! Oh men of testosterone! Man's best friend bears little resemblance to a dog but more like a classy well-loved vehicle.
As pertaining to my convertible it is like sailing in slow motion. Cruising down the highway with the Cruise set at 57 really gets the blood going. (Disclaimer: Being an old vehicle I fear blowing it up at any higher than that speed). With sunglasses on and longing that in spirit my long locks of hair are dancing for all behind me to admire. Fear departs! Except that fear of a rain cloud or a deviant bird with exceptional aim.
Exercising a convertible is also a great weapon. We hear all too often the doomed end results of road rage. With a convertible, however, it causes an ear-to-ear grin to lift your arms after a long day or night at work and literally suffocate the engine of the car behind you. Yes, wind plus ranking hygiene equals an unrivaled weapon against road rage.
Sure, my convertible is far from new and it gets a little embarrassing holding the door firmly to make sure it shuts. Still it has something these new models do not have - character. So for now I shall wipe my lovely old convertible with a diaper (name brand only and not generic) and sing it a lullaby every now and then. For it is worth it for those occasions when the drive lifts one's soul to new heights.....and hopefully not to the mechanic's shop.
Anyhow, still in the spirit as I just got back from a sweet ride, I compose this blissful post as intended.
They say being bald is beautiful. However, I would alter that to say "Being bald is beautiful when imagined with long flowing hair being blown back by the wind in a convertible." Contemplate that inspired statement as you hang upon the tree of Wo equal to that of sitting in your roofed automobile.
Make no mistake all vehicles are designed to get you from point A to point B. However, whether that vehicle has a soul or not makes all the difference in the world for the health, safety and sanity of the driver. Modern automobiles have very little soul. They're all the same! There comes a point where the "aerodynamic" look becomes cliche and provide nothing to remember that vehicle by. They have computers but not manly cough. Sure, they hit 60, but they don't make the front end tilt when you press the accelerator in park. Rise up! Oh men of testosterone! Man's best friend bears little resemblance to a dog but more like a classy well-loved vehicle.
As pertaining to my convertible it is like sailing in slow motion. Cruising down the highway with the Cruise set at 57 really gets the blood going. (Disclaimer: Being an old vehicle I fear blowing it up at any higher than that speed). With sunglasses on and longing that in spirit my long locks of hair are dancing for all behind me to admire. Fear departs! Except that fear of a rain cloud or a deviant bird with exceptional aim.
Exercising a convertible is also a great weapon. We hear all too often the doomed end results of road rage. With a convertible, however, it causes an ear-to-ear grin to lift your arms after a long day or night at work and literally suffocate the engine of the car behind you. Yes, wind plus ranking hygiene equals an unrivaled weapon against road rage.
Sure, my convertible is far from new and it gets a little embarrassing holding the door firmly to make sure it shuts. Still it has something these new models do not have - character. So for now I shall wipe my lovely old convertible with a diaper (name brand only and not generic) and sing it a lullaby every now and then. For it is worth it for those occasions when the drive lifts one's soul to new heights.....and hopefully not to the mechanic's shop.
