Saw this car while coming back from a trip to Anna Maria Island the other day.
Ah, a convertible.
I always start out envying people who drive convertibles, especially in Florida. I assume they're having more fun than I am. Then I remember the last time I was in a convertible and how deaf it made me to drive next to semi trucks while my cranium was being buffeted by 50 mph wind gusts. My envy quickly subsides.
Wait a second...
I think I know that guy in the back seat.
Someone poisoned the water hole.
PREVIOUS ADVENTURES IN TRAFFIC:
Timing is everything.
Haten and hogs.
Jimi Hendrix Edition.
Sit on it and rotate.
I'm your private antenna dancer.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Welcome to Springfield.
Orange you glad you're not this guy?
Everything's better when it sits on a Ritz.
Porn as a windowshade.
Jonathan Livingston Redneck.
Buc off, pal.
Such a dirty mess.
How cheep can you be?
I'm super! Thanks for asking.
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Hearse so good.
Drive fast, take chances.
Riding with Fab the deejay.
Beware of the Death Explorer.
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.
My other car is a rocket-propelled grenade.
Live long and prosper. In an Altima.
Just two good ol' boys.
Nicotine is my crash helmet.
Jazz hands moms.
Ugly lug nuts.
My honor student can kick your ass.
Horse and buddy.