Hey, it’s the weekend. Time to kick back, put on some tunes — preferably the Beach Boys — and enjoy the sunshine. And what better way than to do it in a convertible? (Yeah, you ever try putting a top down on a station wagon?)
That’s me on the way home on a Friday afternoon. Well, almost. There are no mountains in Florida, that’s not Coral Way, and I have a ’95 Mustang GT, not the new one. But you get the idea.