The Cure for Convertible Lust

If you drove by me topless between 2003 and 2004, then YOU'RE to blame! Now my English teacher friend corrected me for writing topless in the same sentence where I referenced driving my convertible. "Leisa, we must be clear that it was the car, not you, that was topless." Oh, but, I wrote back in our Face-less Book banter: "I say it all the time and it never ceases to raise eyebrows. I like that. And," I retorted, "I studied journalism and I R one!"

My convertible lust began sometime around spring of 2003. I'd spend Saturday mornings in bed, the laptop heating my legs thighs beneath the covers as I nearly burned up its' motor searching for deals. I got the deal of the decade when my dear old maid aunt died (did I write that? But, it's true!) and sent me a check. I cashed it the day after I totaled my Honda Accord. (I promise I didn't do it on purpose.) I paid cash for that topless baby and I've put the pedal to the metal more than 160,000 miles worth since that crash to cash occurred in the fall of 2004.

I love that car. She's my Divorce Mobile. I got her about the time I declared the Big D with The Wuzband. I was able to scratch that itch caused by convertible lust every time I passed some free spirited gal or dude whipping their manes and/or spirits in the wind. Oh, there's something about going topless on a perfect fall or spring day. There's something about cranking Sheryl Crowe and blasting down the interstate, flinging away your cares. It's therapy, I tell you. Sometimes I refer to the old gal as the Therapy Mobile.

And, though I satiated the the itch to own a convertible, sometimes there is an equally demanding itch that begs me...Ahhhh--to click a button, raise the roof and go topless.

Sing on Sheryl. Here I come. Topless. (Did I just write that?!)

(Are ya'll sick of this picture of me and "The Mothers From Hell" yet? I think I've used it at least twice here on "The Journey with Grace.")

Comments

[Leisa A. Hammett]

Thank you, friends, who can appreciate, as Deborah says: "Girls just know how to have fun"! Cheers!

[Margie]

I like the picture and will probably not tire of it. I had a T-roof from the age of 18 to 20 (couldn't afford it and sold it to pay off the loan and go to college) and I totally agree with the top off/down and wind flying and songs screaming form of therapy it provided. Maybe there's another such car in my future. :)

[Michelle Smiles]

I had a convertible in for 5 or 6 years (before kids came along needing a backseat and car seats. I loved it. There was nothing better than the first spring day when the top could come off (even if I had to put on the heat a little).

[Deborah Denson (@DeborahDenson)]

smiling. Girls just know how to have fun don't we!