A Classic Convert's not always cool.
Mr. Fairway & I met in college. He was the Older Man (a grad student), who had a classy 1972 Impala convert. I loved him for his mind ~ I swear! ~ not his cool car.
I moved back home to Texas after graduation, & Mr. F. followed about a year later. In mid-July. With that Sharp Mind & that Classic Convert, what was not to love?
Big Apple Red, with a black vinyl interior & a black top. And no AC. In Texas. In mid-July.
We were Newspaper Types back then in the old days. I worked days. He worked nights. His Upper Midwest sensibilities couldn't figure out who built the blast furnace in his classy car.
"I go to work at 2 p.m., & it's 105 degrees outside. When I get off at 11, it's still 90."
"Dude, you live in Texas now."
"Yeah, but who freakin' lives in a place that's still 90 freakin' degrees at 11 freakin' o'clock at night?" Oh, & I'm pretty sure he didn't use the word "freakin."
"Dude, who drives a car like that in Texas in the summertime?" With a stick-to-the-butt black vinyl interior, I might add.
Apparently, even a Classic Convert isn't cool enough. But Cate at Show My Face is. She sponsored this message.