I have never
driven a convertible. In fact, I’ve only ridden in a convertible twice before
today. I’m not sure why, but up to this point in my life the opportunity to
cruise around with the top down has been fleeting. Perhaps it is because I
don’t know many people that own convertibles, or perhaps it is a result of my
indifference toward gaining the experience; whatever the reason, driving a
convertible has been one of those things that has never happened in the first
30 years of my life. While such an experience remained a low priority on my “I
have never…” list after starting my journey, a long day of helping my brother,
Ian, rebuild his deck meant I needed to find an “I have never…” event that was
simple and relaxing. As a result, Ian and I decided to take a spin in his Mustang
convertible this evening, which proved a nice, but chilly, way to wrap up a
busy Saturday filled with travel, hard work, and some memorable moments with
some family.
The day
began with an early morning trip to Ian’s house located just outside of
Appleton in the town of Greenville. The nearly two hour trip moved slowly as a
result of the cool, overcast weather conditions and easy going weekend
travelers. As a result, I arrived to Ian’s house later than expected, finding
my brother and father already hard at work stripping nails from the existing
deck surface. To make up for lost time I set to work immediately. I bent and
pried nails consistently for several hours before taking a break to eat. After
a quick lunch I set to work again, dead set on meeting Ian’s goal of stripping
and rebuilding half of the deck by the end of the day. With my brother Abe
arriving early in the afternoon, the rest of our work went quickly. Although we
faced several challenges during our efforts, we made the most of our time
together through progress, jokes, and overzealous bee extermination efforts.
The whip |
Eventually,
our work began to pay off as the deck came together as my scheduled departure
approached. Although we had not yet met our day’s goal on the project, my
father and Abe committed to staying after I left to complete what was yet
unfinished. As I prepared to leave, Ian made sure I followed through with my
intended “I have never…” event for the day by taking time away from the project
to take a spin in his convertible. Although the temperature hovered around 65
degrees with overcast skies, Ian enthusiastically pulled his Mustang out of the
garage before exiting the car and offering me the driver’s seat. In turn, I
approached the car and prepared to drive a convertible for the first time.
Upon taking
my position in the driver’s seat, Ian directed me through the process of
retracting the convertible’s top. With a few latch clicks, a pull of the
parking brake, and the flip of a switch the roof shot skyward and began folding
into the rear of the vehicle. Seconds later the collapsed roof locked into
place, leaving Ian and I free to enjoy the unseasonably brisk air during a
cruise in the convertible. With nothing left between me and my first drive in a
convertible, I pulled the vehicle onto the road and put the accelerator down…
with my shades on, of course.
Cruisin' |
Over the
next 15 minutes Ian and I drove through the countryside on mostly empty roads.
The cold air swept over the car as we drove, leaving me revitalized after a
long day of physical labor. As we traveled I became more accustomed to the car,
which let me settle in and enjoy the ride. With one arm out the window I sunk
into my seat and pushed the accelerator down. The rush of the pavement made
itself known as we continued over hills and past open fields. Despite my
previous indifference toward driving a convertible, I must admit I loved the
experience… even with goose bumps forming on my arms from the chilled air.
Future's so bright... |
Following
Ian’s directions, we eventually ended up back at Ian’s house. With our brief
trip coming to an end, I pulled the car into Ian’s driveway and tucked it back
inside the garage. As I exited the vehicle, I felt pleased with my first time
behind the wheel of a convertible. Although the experience wasn’t the most
anticipated or exciting, driving a convertible for the first time gave me
something I will always share with my brother. I’m sure years from now we will
talk about my ridiculous “I have never…” journey on the deck we built together,
and we will rehash the experience of driving Ian’s convertible under skies
threatening rain on a 65 degree day in July. That’s a story worth telling, and
a memory worth keeping. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
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