Convertibles

Now, I know that the only people who will agree with me are 70+ years old (because I am an old lady in a young lady’s body), but I believe the automobile’s only purpose is to get a person comfortably from here to there in a reasonable amount of time. Which is why I seriously dislike and would never ever own a convertible. To repurpose a line from Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s poem:

Convertibles, how do I detest thee? Let me count the ways…

1.    They are windy, which messes up my hair.

2.    They are loud, so I cannot have a decent conversation with the other passengers.

3.    I can get sunburned if I am driving a long distance.

4.    I am directly breathing in polluted air – exhaust from buses, etc.

5.    They are more expensive to make than closed cars, which makes them cost more.

6.    In many cases, the retractable roof takes away from trunk space.

7.    They are dangerous – if I get in an accident and roll my car, my head is the first thing to hit the ground. And then I die.

Wow, I really do sound like an old lady. But in my opinion, better that than a crushed head! Crushed head, not so helpful…