There are certain odd obligations that I think come with driving a convertible. For example, music. When I turn up my radio, everyone can hear it. People stare when they hear folk-rock (or eighties pop) blasting out of a car. They can stare. I feel that I am adding culture to the world by subjecting them to my very, very odd tastes in music.
Also, people think that the fact that I am in a convertible means that it's suddenly okay to talk to me in traffic. I don't mind. I just think it's funny. They ask for directions, if I will let them over, proposition me for sex, just start random conversations sometimes... It's fun. They roll down their windows and just assume since I don't have a roof over my head, I want to talk to them. If you know me, you know I would talk to the walls if they would just nod at me. So, I like this.
I really like it when people stare at my car in envy. This doesn't happen much, as jerry is old and tiny and has no muffler. More often, people stare at it like "what the hell kinda car is that?". Seriously, have you ever seen a Geo Metro convertible?? They look like maybe some odd French car. Particularly with the roof up. And jerry sounds lovely. He needs a whole new exhaust system. And he's going to get it soon too.
But I love jerry. AAA doesn't love jerry. They've had to come and jump him and change his tires and tow him to the nearest garage. But he turned 100,000 miles over the weekend and he deserves some recognition. Not all cars make the 100,000 mile mark. He's little and he's cute and most of the time he takes me where I want to go...
But now my lunch break is over. Usually I go for a little drive during lunch, but today jerry is out on loan. So I had to stay here. And tell the world about my car....