Take me away, far far away from here. I need to feel the light on my face, wind in my hair. See the colors go by at the speed of sound and take me to a level I’ve never known in myself. Give me freedom to live the way I’ve always wanted to deep down inside and was always too afraid to try.
Jennery
it was red with chrome wheels and it drove like a dream. the leather was tattered but it didnt matter because the tape deck still played – we only had one copy of blues from allah. we drove that thing all the way across the country in 69. we were young, we were restless, we were exactly what it meant to be alive in 1969, in a red convertible, listening to the dead
gregory dyer
It looked like rain. Oh well, I could always put the top up. But I needed the drive. I needed to clear my head. I can’t believe I’m here.
Eva
red drop top… hot sexy… flying down the road. Convertible… fast, sweet… trees are a blur… air blowing your hair….
candy
i love ir i think that i know i need him, but whatever him. all i think of is him, and characters from book, and the moon stealing me away, i want to be special, like the stories of faeries. I want to be needed, i need drama, to normal time is running out – muse not exactlyt im done.
He drove down the street in a jet black convertible. It had a tan top, which was down, so that everyone could see just how important he thought he was. He imagined that everyone looked at him, longing to know who he was.
Hillary
Expensive car for anyone with a mid-life crisis.
Amanda
its all very convertible in world like this if it’s not we get rid of it
MarloMax
convertible.
hmm.
convertible cars, only the COOLEST.
top down, wind in your hair, heat on your face!
kathryn
it was a red slow lumbering beast, creaky wheels and shock absorbers, a stink of burning oil when it took off at the lights and a squeal from the engine the drew attention – the only way it would draw attention these days.
ej
She rode with the top down every morning. The radio blaring to attract the stares of young men all over the city, that was what she loved about this car, the attention it got her.
megan
She was driving with the top down, not a care in the world. The radio was blasting, her hair was blowing in the wind, people were staring open mouthed, but she didn’t give a damn.
It was the middle of January.
Katie
convertible? i never did want one of those obnoxious symbols of youth and excess. not my style. maybe a cute euro car with great gas mileage (and no, 30 isn’t great enough). freedom of conscience is the best freedom of all
emm
Growing up in rural Alaska (Wasilla, where’st I could see Russia from my back yard) I never got the chance to experience riding with the top back, like my homeboys in the lower 48 blogged about. Damn! The wind just flows through the hair, especially when you left your pants back on the beach.
Tanner
I was with my friend the other day, just riding out bikes on the messed up concrete sidewalks downtown. We passed a homeless guy, as usual, rambling on and on about how some convertible drove off with his liqour. I didn’t believe him until the convertible sped up and crashed right smack dab into the store window across the street. I guess you really shouldnt drink and drive!
Boltz
She rides hard
wind in hair
she slides far
still as air
inherent duality
convertible reality
AmyJo Jensen
hair blowing in the wind, total freedom. Especially if its a white mercedes convertable. everyone will look and think…Id love for that to be me! I want a white mercedes convertible!
Tabitha
opened to door to the convertible with ease. When it came to my horror that it opened with too much ease. I realized at that terrifying moment: the hinges had just been greased. For a car that old, that wasn’t natural. Then, suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me…
Nover
riding in the rain wishing it were sun, cold wind and water drops swooshing my ears and nose, pretending I’m on PCH with the blue sky and ocean competing for my attention
leigh-ann
She put the top down even though it was raining. The wind battered her, the rain pelted her. She smiled up into the storm, tasting the air and the warm summer water. The world whipped by, and she rode it without a care in the world.
Blu Gilliand
I want a car I could ride in and feel the hair blow through my hair, I want a convertible! I fee it is one of the best cars out there. I am goign to buy one.
Sarajean
im convertible, my person changes to make you happy and lift your own burdens. im still carrying mine. im converting into a dump truck.
olenka
i was riding with my mother in her convertible. it was a hot summer day, i had a hat and sunglasses on. i was thinking about thinking about my trip. she had just picked me up from the airport. i had spent the summer in europe and it was bitter sweet being home.
Chellabellabobella
The speed and comfort that my brand new red convertible give me makes me feel alive. The feeling of life that has so eluded me has finally come back to me in the form of this amazing car.
Peter Kaiser
low top. clean lines, a nice convertible would be like a 1950s mustang with a convertible top in red or blue with a sparkle shine coat to it. i think it would be amazing to have a convertible, except for i have not desire to have one just because i have no desire to own one.
mcbuca02
joey had a red convertible crystler. It was so unsexy and i loved it. Always felt like ’94 in the back seat. wonder what he drives now.
jess osborn
convertible, one of those cars that you take out on warm, sunny days, to the beach, on the moors, out in the country, maybe just to the park. Imagine the wind whipping past your face, the cool rush refreshing and invigorating you. The sun beaming down and warming you, that feeling of freedom and joy.
WilliamAckroyd
I flew across the road with a hat and a small ice tea, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew not where the road ended, but I knew it ended with me, and that is exactly where I was going. The end, the change, the something we are all looking for. It was mine, and I had to have it. I had it. It was already mine.
The hat didn’t stand a chance.
chad
My spirit is convertible. Sometimes it’s soaring and wild, other times it’s closed and blank. I prefer to feel the proverbial wind flowing through my spiritual hair, but it is not always so
thomas
oh my god, what’s going on here? It’s sitting there, right there! It can’t be, but it is! It’s impossible, yet it’s not! My uncle really did! I threw myself into his arms, crazy excited and ready to hyperventilate. I’m not even 16 yet, and I have a convertable!
danielle
Smooth. Shiny. Red. Terry liked his convertible. Terry liked it alot. His family didn’t like it, though. Especially his wife. “You spend more bloody time with your car than you do me!” An argument proceeded to take place. Terry got kicked out. And slept in the car.
Fena
has it been convertible for 2 days now?
laura
One or the other, not both at once. You switch back and forth, at the mercy of others, or your own free will. Ible is the Bible, are you convertible to Christianity? It’s the only right religion, they say, if I’m not convertible I go to hell.
Cayal
Red. Zoomy. It goes all fast and stuff. We used to have one named Cadio, but a rod in the negine blew so now we have this little red thing that looks like a sneaker. It still smells like new car. I miss candio. My mum named it that after a song. She’s funny.
Nate
Car. Going fast not stopping for anyone. Police can’t catch it. Top down wind in hair. Lots of money. Wish I had it. Black and red go with it.
Brittany Cox
red no roof speeding down a california highway wind blowing through the hair of all the passengers riding in it, people with money warm beach days surfboards sticking out from the backseats looking up at the blue sky while driving.
Nathan
In the near future only Talent will survive. work that will not require Talent will become Technology
Opher Brayer
i drove a convertable into the ocean last night to see if I could fly. It seemed that it should have had wings, but it did not. How disapointing this was for me. i drowned, and later died, but was reborn, into another car. less trendy maybe, but far more functio
polly
I wish that my husband had never bought that convertible car. I swear that he would leave the top down in the dead of winter. What is it with guys and convertibles? Personally, I don’t like my hair blowing around in the wind, especially since it takes forever to fix.
Wind. Color. Freedom. Light. Sound.
Take me away, far far away from here. I need to feel the light on my face, wind in my hair. See the colors go by at the speed of sound and take me to a level I’ve never known in myself. Give me freedom to live the way I’ve always wanted to deep down inside and was always too afraid to try.
it was red with chrome wheels and it drove like a dream. the leather was tattered but it didnt matter because the tape deck still played – we only had one copy of blues from allah. we drove that thing all the way across the country in 69. we were young, we were restless, we were exactly what it meant to be alive in 1969, in a red convertible, listening to the dead
It looked like rain. Oh well, I could always put the top up. But I needed the drive. I needed to clear my head. I can’t believe I’m here.
red drop top… hot sexy… flying down the road. Convertible… fast, sweet… trees are a blur… air blowing your hair….
i love ir i think that i know i need him, but whatever him. all i think of is him, and characters from book, and the moon stealing me away, i want to be special, like the stories of faeries. I want to be needed, i need drama, to normal time is running out – muse not exactlyt im done.
vaulxwagon, summer, messy hair, leather interior, rosy cheeks, beetle
He drove down the street in a jet black convertible. It had a tan top, which was down, so that everyone could see just how important he thought he was. He imagined that everyone looked at him, longing to know who he was.
Expensive car for anyone with a mid-life crisis.
its all very convertible in world like this if it’s not we get rid of it
convertible.
hmm.
convertible cars, only the COOLEST.
top down, wind in your hair, heat on your face!
it was a red slow lumbering beast, creaky wheels and shock absorbers, a stink of burning oil when it took off at the lights and a squeal from the engine the drew attention – the only way it would draw attention these days.
She rode with the top down every morning. The radio blaring to attract the stares of young men all over the city, that was what she loved about this car, the attention it got her.
She was driving with the top down, not a care in the world. The radio was blasting, her hair was blowing in the wind, people were staring open mouthed, but she didn’t give a damn.
It was the middle of January.
convertible? i never did want one of those obnoxious symbols of youth and excess. not my style. maybe a cute euro car with great gas mileage (and no, 30 isn’t great enough). freedom of conscience is the best freedom of all
Growing up in rural Alaska (Wasilla, where’st I could see Russia from my back yard) I never got the chance to experience riding with the top back, like my homeboys in the lower 48 blogged about. Damn! The wind just flows through the hair, especially when you left your pants back on the beach.
I was with my friend the other day, just riding out bikes on the messed up concrete sidewalks downtown. We passed a homeless guy, as usual, rambling on and on about how some convertible drove off with his liqour. I didn’t believe him until the convertible sped up and crashed right smack dab into the store window across the street. I guess you really shouldnt drink and drive!
She rides hard
wind in hair
she slides far
still as air
inherent duality
convertible reality
hair blowing in the wind, total freedom. Especially if its a white mercedes convertable. everyone will look and think…Id love for that to be me! I want a white mercedes convertible!
opened to door to the convertible with ease. When it came to my horror that it opened with too much ease. I realized at that terrifying moment: the hinges had just been greased. For a car that old, that wasn’t natural. Then, suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me…
riding in the rain wishing it were sun, cold wind and water drops swooshing my ears and nose, pretending I’m on PCH with the blue sky and ocean competing for my attention
She put the top down even though it was raining. The wind battered her, the rain pelted her. She smiled up into the storm, tasting the air and the warm summer water. The world whipped by, and she rode it without a care in the world.
I want a car I could ride in and feel the hair blow through my hair, I want a convertible! I fee it is one of the best cars out there. I am goign to buy one.
im convertible, my person changes to make you happy and lift your own burdens. im still carrying mine. im converting into a dump truck.
i was riding with my mother in her convertible. it was a hot summer day, i had a hat and sunglasses on. i was thinking about thinking about my trip. she had just picked me up from the airport. i had spent the summer in europe and it was bitter sweet being home.
The speed and comfort that my brand new red convertible give me makes me feel alive. The feeling of life that has so eluded me has finally come back to me in the form of this amazing car.
low top. clean lines, a nice convertible would be like a 1950s mustang with a convertible top in red or blue with a sparkle shine coat to it. i think it would be amazing to have a convertible, except for i have not desire to have one just because i have no desire to own one.
joey had a red convertible crystler. It was so unsexy and i loved it. Always felt like ’94 in the back seat. wonder what he drives now.
convertible, one of those cars that you take out on warm, sunny days, to the beach, on the moors, out in the country, maybe just to the park. Imagine the wind whipping past your face, the cool rush refreshing and invigorating you. The sun beaming down and warming you, that feeling of freedom and joy.
I flew across the road with a hat and a small ice tea, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew not where the road ended, but I knew it ended with me, and that is exactly where I was going. The end, the change, the something we are all looking for. It was mine, and I had to have it. I had it. It was already mine.
The hat didn’t stand a chance.
My spirit is convertible. Sometimes it’s soaring and wild, other times it’s closed and blank. I prefer to feel the proverbial wind flowing through my spiritual hair, but it is not always so
oh my god, what’s going on here? It’s sitting there, right there! It can’t be, but it is! It’s impossible, yet it’s not! My uncle really did! I threw myself into his arms, crazy excited and ready to hyperventilate. I’m not even 16 yet, and I have a convertable!
Smooth. Shiny. Red. Terry liked his convertible. Terry liked it alot. His family didn’t like it, though. Especially his wife. “You spend more bloody time with your car than you do me!” An argument proceeded to take place. Terry got kicked out. And slept in the car.
has it been convertible for 2 days now?
One or the other, not both at once. You switch back and forth, at the mercy of others, or your own free will. Ible is the Bible, are you convertible to Christianity? It’s the only right religion, they say, if I’m not convertible I go to hell.
Red. Zoomy. It goes all fast and stuff. We used to have one named Cadio, but a rod in the negine blew so now we have this little red thing that looks like a sneaker. It still smells like new car. I miss candio. My mum named it that after a song. She’s funny.
Car. Going fast not stopping for anyone. Police can’t catch it. Top down wind in hair. Lots of money. Wish I had it. Black and red go with it.
red no roof speeding down a california highway wind blowing through the hair of all the passengers riding in it, people with money warm beach days surfboards sticking out from the backseats looking up at the blue sky while driving.
In the near future only Talent will survive. work that will not require Talent will become Technology
i drove a convertable into the ocean last night to see if I could fly. It seemed that it should have had wings, but it did not. How disapointing this was for me. i drowned, and later died, but was reborn, into another car. less trendy maybe, but far more functio
I wish that my husband had never bought that convertible car. I swear that he would leave the top down in the dead of winter. What is it with guys and convertibles? Personally, I don’t like my hair blowing around in the wind, especially since it takes forever to fix.