Having a convertible car means you adjust how you use it.
Convertible meaning your roof is usually vinyl on a frame. In my case it also means the windows are held on the car with velcro and zippers and made of something resembling industrial Cling Film.
Saran Wrap for the American readers.
I've driven Jeep Wranglers since 1996. I'm tall, they fit me well. They also have terrible gas mileage by today's standards. The best I ever did was 23 MPG on the overseas highway from Key Largo to Key West. It was because I had a tail wind and I was pushed there.
Aerodynamics of a Cow indeed.
But you do tend never to keep anything in the car. It will get opened and the contents inspected for "value" by a nefarious character who should be removed from society.
I'll leave that to you how to translate that into more direct slang.
My own Jeep is pretty much theft proof. Why? It has a manual transmission.
Because I like it that way.
I tend to only drive to two places, both are parks, for workouts.
I guess others don't want to ride in something that is noisy, inefficient, and at 22 years old, smells slightly of dog, sweat, and sunblock.
I guess I need to spray some febreeze in it.
Getting back from a workout in South Florida means you're going to be hot, you're going to sweat.
Apparently I'm beginning to forget that first rule of "never leave anything in the car".
Both parks have signs up that say "Secure your valuables".
I respond "Where?".
Oh I am sure I'll be selling it some day for a soulless thing with more computing power than the entire NASA Moon Shot program that reports your use of "their" car back home. It's one reason why I haven't got anything newer, I value my privacy.
So why have I gotten to the point when I am looking for the Sunblock, the first place I look for it is in the footwell of the Jeep?
Simple, it isn't really all that valuable and I only ever use it at the parks.
I met someone once with a beautiful early Ford Mustang Convertible. First version so what is that, 1963 or 1964? Doesn't really matter. He had the car in Los Angeles during the 1990s. He never locked it. His response was that if they want the car better not to damage the thing.
I am not that bold, and the lock it and pocket the keys maxim is way too well ingrained with me.
But it certainly passes through my mind, even if I can't figure out why someone would break into a 22 year old Jeep Wrangler just to steal some Sunblock and perhaps a cigarette lighter USB charger.
Ok, that Cigarette Lighter Charger is the best in the world, have at it!
Bah humbug, just leave my Jeep alone. You can't drive the thing anyway. It has a stick shift.
I won't tell you about the Kill Switch I have hidden under the dash...
Actually the worst thing that happened to the car was the neighbor's cat decided to crack the roof when it insisted on sleeping on that. Um, No. When the owner died, that cat disappeared. I still don't know where it is. An Outdoor Cat does not exist, it is just a stray.
So don't do what I do and store your sunblock in your car. I always park in the shade and it will be fine, but it may draw nefarious characters. That would be a bad thing.
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