The Roof is Evil, and Must Die!

Strictly speaking, its already dead.

The roof in this case is a sheet of vinyl that is flapping around in the breeze normally.   It is attached to my Jeep that I trundle to work in every day.  Not the quietest of rides but there are benefits to having this particular car.

It is now more than 8 years old, and has just under 40,000 miles on it.  I've had Jeep Wranglers since the mid 90s, and one before that in the 80s when they were the old CJ7.   CJs were a very different vehicle, but that is a different story.

When the weather is just so, and pretty much what everyone would tend to call perfect, I look up at the sky and gauge the conditions.   Hands outstretched, eyes skyward, sensing the breezes on my hands and face, I step out from the building that I work in and lower my gaze to the dusty old Jeep sitting there waiting for it's turn to shine.

And that is when I usually utter my line:  "The Roof Is Evil, and Must Die"!

I then take care in removing the vinyl top off of the car, stowing it as Chrysler intended, and then get in the car.  You see, this particular day I'm writing about, Monday was as close to perfect for me as it gets.   At 5pm, the birds were singing, the sun was shining, the breezes were light, and the temperature was a beautiful 75 Fahrenheit, or approximately 24 Celsius.  I got in the car for a 10 mile drive home.  Technically speaking my drive is just under that - 9.9 miles and is almost due North-South. 

Never mind that, its beautiful out, I have a convertible car, and I know how to use it!

I turned on a trance set from Armin van Buuren, put on the mirrored sunglasses, and a giant smile on my face.  All that expense of driving a vehicle that I get 18 miles to the gallon (I won't convert that to metric, I won't even try!) is worth it on a day like that.  They're a blast to drive and when you're in Florida with the right music (pick your own if you don't like mine) even being stuck in traffic can be fun.