Summer is in full swing and there’s no better way to enjoy it than with the top down in a convertible. Enjoying the warm and sun-filled winds as they tangle your hair into a wild and carefree rats’ nest is a thrill unique to rag tops.
I’ve driven a few convertibles, and while I get the appeal, I also know that a bunch of things can go wrong. Minor inconveniences like you get too warm, to huge, catastrophic disasters, like someone reaches in and snatches your purse. Or an eagle shits in your mouth the exact moment you yawn. How’s that for freedom?
What’s the worst thing that happened to you while you were driving a convertible? Did it turn you off of them for the rest of your life? Or did you come back, thirsty for more?