I thoroughly enjoyed my Rabbit convertible for 13 summers.
The windshield was tall enough to eliminate the wind blast and noise.
The vent windows on the side of the windshield allowed cooling air.
You could rest your arm on the top of the door because all the windows were down.
You could put the roof up in a couple of minutes if it rained.
You didn't have to wear a helmet or clunky motorcycle riding gear.
It had a heater for cold weather.
You could haul enough stuff to go fishing for a week.
I could sing along to my Johnny Cash CDs as I drove.
It would hold four people comfortably.
Even the boss liked it, although I never taught her how to drive it.
It ticked cagers off seeing me having so much fun and enjoying the sun.
They would try desperately to pass me in the twisties, but fail.
I was much safer to drive than a car.
Dirt roads were no problem.
Every where I stopped people would say "What a cute car".
Every one I knew wanted to buy it from me.
I sold it for $1200 although it was 22 years old.
It cost far less to insure and maintain than my motorcycles.
Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't buy that new CB1100EX.