convertibles

I frequently have to rent cars. I have become incredibly well versed in the offerings of our neighborhood car rental companies, especially when it comes to the selection amongst the "budget" or "economy" class. No frills. Small. Manual windows. However - there is the random occasion when you book a budget car and there are none available. So, you typically get something a little bigger, a little more plush. A bigger Chevy. A bigger Kia. Even more rare are the times when not even the modest businessman's car is available, and you get the Michael Scott dream car.

Yes, the fine folk at Avis trusted me with my very own cherry red, Chrysler Sebring (convertible). Of course while driving it I looked like a guy about 15 years early on the mid-life crisis circuit. But it was all worth it when we saw this face:



George loved it. We started the car with the roof on, then pushed the magic button that begins the awkwardly elaborate process of retracting the roof. There is something so garish and... "look at me" about the retracting that really negates any coolness (if possible) left in the car.

Though we are happily a one car family - seeing George like it so much made me briefly wish we could live the high life of a convertible-owning family. Perhaps the novelty would wear off? I don't know, but I'm sure glad we got to pretend we were quasi-high rollers for a morning.