Convertible mean to change from something to another, that something can convert. Example are convertible cars, which are mostly sport and expensive cars.
Andrew
Convertible. My grandmother has one. The license plate has, like, five Z’s in it. I hope she leaves it to me when she leaves. But I don’t want her to die. I’d probably sell it anyways. It’s stick, I think. I doubt I’ll ever be in the mood to learn stick.
Zephyr Zach
I am not a convertible but sometimes I might be.
Marlais Thomas
It is mailny a form of transport that you can take the roof off of for self conveinence. This can be due to hot weather
Mitch
this is a car that can be changed into a car without a roof. i mean like the roof folds back. and then you have an open-topped car. If you don’t fold the roof back then you have a different type of car without an open top. Hence: convertible. It can be converted from a standard car into an open-topped one. Wait why am I actually doing this?
Wes
My hair had so many knots that I had to cut it out. Those convertables are much more fun in my imagination. I imagined the wind gently whipping through my hair and now I am sitting here with a pixie cut. Do i look like a boy? I was always fond of my long hair.
Holly
I had a red covertible but I lost the top. It’s okay, I like to drive around without it, even when it’s raining. I hope I don’t catch pneumonia. I wouldn’t get a top even if someone offered it to me free. It’s nice to just let the world in sometimes.
tashiana
Convertible soul
nola soup bowl
switching skylines
and humidity
trading muggy summers for grey winters
flip-flops for boots
beignets for coffee beans
home for home
me for me.
heatherflea
With the top off you fly down the road free from the confines of the car, free to feel the air flow into your face, free to breath the freshness of carbon monoxide from the surrounding cars, free to experiance the elements.
Quarry
this is when you can change something from when you go outside of the contry. lots of things have different wattages. like a hair straigtner. so like yeah anyone that listens to me will be strange and i miss you alex and Savannah!!! So like yeah i get extra time to type so yeah its not really 60 sec. haha.
Megan
that crazy way people can just change themselves based on the event that unfolds…
kaysee
red, steaming down a highway at 90 miles an hour. Wind blowing in her blonde hair. gasp. what a day. on the strip. It’s 1965 and she’s alive.
rubber wheels turning in the hot LA sun. People watching as she turns.
Mark Micheli
everything is going so fast and I cant keep up. My whole life flashes by and nothing is in its right place. Maybe I am daring to turn a corner to see what may come of this. Maybe everything has begun to fade and replace itself with a failing world full of insanity. Sometimes life can be so short so make the most of now and never look back. Take your time with everything you do and dont be scared to be who you really are. Convertible cars are a waste of space, keep the top down and you get rained on. Keep it up and you have no where to run.
samantha
what? What’s convertible? it isn’t a car, I won’t let it be a car. It has to be something more. We’ll lket it be something more. We’ll make it a dream. We’ll call it summer
Lizy
Malibu Barbie of course. And it has to be pink. I always wanted one, but it’s exactly the sort of “frivolous” purchase that my Midwestern parents would judge harshly. They would make me feel silly and impractical.
alaina
Convertible.
I would be a convertible if I was a car. Yeah, a nice mustang. Like the horse, strong, powerful, and fast. Sydney has horses. But damn, she’s pissed at me, actually ,she has a donkey. But still, she’s pissed at me. Well no, I don’t even know if she’s mad.
But she’s just ignroing me a lot. Its crazy, idk what I did. But its whatever, I’m goinmg to talk to her eventually, I just have to figure out what to say. Totally amn.
Richard
i have one! it’s wonderful! there’s nothing like feeling the wind and sunshine on you as you’re driving.
chris
life, to buy at the dealership, to crash
Sarah
riding in my backseed thinking of food thats just better than other foods i’ve tatsed recently why do people think my convertible is so fantastic, it’s kind of boring actually. Red and green flashlights see me, but i hardly notice them. For a change i think i will notice someone else now
matthijs
a convertible is both good and bad., It is goood on a nice beautiful day. It is bad on any day the weather is unbearable. consider it hard when getting a convertible. a motorcycle may be a better idea.
David Bubar
in west philadelphia born and raised on this playground is where i spent most of my days chillin out max and relaxin all cool while shootin some b-ball outside the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin
Jane Eyerly
she whipped down the road, scarf flying behind her. She wished he would have been there – that he was the one driving instead of her. She was remembering. The time when he had first shown her that place where they fell in love. It was the only time she had ever felt safe with another person.
Gezelle
A convertible that will make you really cold in the winter. With the top down the wind messes up your hair, and burns your eyes. A bug will probably fly into your mouth. The chance of death in a convertible is much greater than that in a regular car. However you do look cooler in a convertible.
Cara Brigman
convertible
flo
She drove a red caddy convertible, which she had named “Lucy”. It wasn’t unusual to see her and Lucy cruise down the main street of town where all the outdoor cafes were on Saturday afternoons. She searched the crowd for “him”. She drove by his apartment. He could not be found.
In the autumn, when the convertible was put away for the winter, she would drive a Ford LTD. She would drive up to the cemetery on sunny Sunday afternoons and pace flowers on her daughter’s grave.
Nobody her knew her name though. She was very discreet. She would smile at the men who pumped her gas, as she held a bill out the window. She nice nice to the cashiers in the supermarket where she shopped, she all knew their names, but they didn’t know hers.
CSR
i want a rich guy to pick me up in one and drive me everwhere i want to go and buy me clothes shoes and purses and then drop me off at home and say thanks babe i had a great time well do it again next weekend
Daniella
brings into my about a car. I would be so happy if we can make our life also a convertible one. It would be nice to have a convertible mind, since it can simply adjust with happiness to sorrow, as simple as a convertible.
dev
drive around in your chic car with a black fabriced hood. you’re not cool; you’re overrated
arl
i always wanted a convertible, imagine, the shear joy of riding that blue glimmering big car down the street, letting the whole world know this is the stuff, you know? everyone knows what it’s like riding that car, the wind blowing in your hair (or more like, the hair blowing in your face).
Yoho
I know it’s finally nice weather when I see the convertibles come out. Old men, younger women, all with their hair blowing in the wind. Some are red, some are black, some are white.
Melis
cars are convertible. People are convertible. Cause people convert from religions and what not. I’m thinking mostly of a shiny red car. This is weird i wonder what the point is. why does it want my email. And the word convertible is stupid. I would like a convertible though…a nice shiny red convertible preferably a mercedes or something
Kristina
è solo un senso di solitudine che invade il cuore e mi chiede: “Perchè devia andare avanti quando puoi fermarti qui?”
just_me
breezeyy :) top down, windy, drive, roads, pavement, rocks, rock cakes, yum cake, vanillia, chocolate, likes vanilla better thought. can’t spell vanillia anymore. thats ok. back to convertibles, ooooh breezey. random rants.
breezey, winds, windy, whistles, made them = wooden wistles. CONVERTIBLES.
Chelsea.
As she rode past in her shiny red convertable, she thought to herself. “God, everyone fucking loves me. They really do.”
At that point, a truck driver who was driving in the opposite direction was admiring himself in his mirror. “Hot damn, I love myself.” he thought.
At that point, he lost control, running over the girl, and crashing his truck.
Christina
cool car, open top, very fast, sleek, carolina blue leather interior cd mag wheels cruising around chillin’ rich wind blowing,
Jordan Waters
Convertibles are cars. Roof down, sun up. Air in your face. Driving along a road. A long stretch of road. They’re cold. My friend’s sister keeps her roof down even when it’s the coldest weather. Just because she has a convertible. It’s not unbearably hot, but if you buy a convertible, you’re sure as hell gonna use it.
Tanner Hayes
She was driving down Highway 99 with the top down on her convertible. She was trying to escape, and this allowed her to do just that. After losing the house and everything she held dear, all she really had was herself, the clothes on her back and her car. Her car had been with her through the best and worst times of her life. When she first got it as a present for her 16th birthday, it marked the beginning of a new life.
mooku
When I vacationed in Hawaii with my family, we rented a convertible. It was my first time riding in one. They seemed to be a norm on the island of Maui, and it was rare that we saw a ‘traditional’ style car. I have to say, however, that convertibles are not all they are cracked up to be. My long hair was woven into a birds nest every time we rode around with the top down. By the end of the trip, I was sick of tangles!
A
The convertible is a great type of car.
You would never think that your hair could flow in the wind and that it would actually feel great.
Or the times where you stick your head up past the windshield too far and you bugs in your teeth. Talk about disgusting, i never thought just how bad it would be until I saw it happen to a girl on the interstate.
Amanda
The poor disgruntled onlookers with their receding hair lines looking on enviously at the asshole bold enough to put the top down while driving by themselves. I love the weekends in old folks country.
Convertible mean to change from something to another, that something can convert. Example are convertible cars, which are mostly sport and expensive cars.
Convertible. My grandmother has one. The license plate has, like, five Z’s in it. I hope she leaves it to me when she leaves. But I don’t want her to die. I’d probably sell it anyways. It’s stick, I think. I doubt I’ll ever be in the mood to learn stick.
I am not a convertible but sometimes I might be.
It is mailny a form of transport that you can take the roof off of for self conveinence. This can be due to hot weather
this is a car that can be changed into a car without a roof. i mean like the roof folds back. and then you have an open-topped car. If you don’t fold the roof back then you have a different type of car without an open top. Hence: convertible. It can be converted from a standard car into an open-topped one. Wait why am I actually doing this?
My hair had so many knots that I had to cut it out. Those convertables are much more fun in my imagination. I imagined the wind gently whipping through my hair and now I am sitting here with a pixie cut. Do i look like a boy? I was always fond of my long hair.
I had a red covertible but I lost the top. It’s okay, I like to drive around without it, even when it’s raining. I hope I don’t catch pneumonia. I wouldn’t get a top even if someone offered it to me free. It’s nice to just let the world in sometimes.
Convertible soul
nola soup bowl
switching skylines
and humidity
trading muggy summers for grey winters
flip-flops for boots
beignets for coffee beans
home for home
me for me.
With the top off you fly down the road free from the confines of the car, free to feel the air flow into your face, free to breath the freshness of carbon monoxide from the surrounding cars, free to experiance the elements.
this is when you can change something from when you go outside of the contry. lots of things have different wattages. like a hair straigtner. so like yeah anyone that listens to me will be strange and i miss you alex and Savannah!!! So like yeah i get extra time to type so yeah its not really 60 sec. haha.
that crazy way people can just change themselves based on the event that unfolds…
red, steaming down a highway at 90 miles an hour. Wind blowing in her blonde hair. gasp. what a day. on the strip. It’s 1965 and she’s alive.
rubber wheels turning in the hot LA sun. People watching as she turns.
everything is going so fast and I cant keep up. My whole life flashes by and nothing is in its right place. Maybe I am daring to turn a corner to see what may come of this. Maybe everything has begun to fade and replace itself with a failing world full of insanity. Sometimes life can be so short so make the most of now and never look back. Take your time with everything you do and dont be scared to be who you really are. Convertible cars are a waste of space, keep the top down and you get rained on. Keep it up and you have no where to run.
what? What’s convertible? it isn’t a car, I won’t let it be a car. It has to be something more. We’ll lket it be something more. We’ll make it a dream. We’ll call it summer
Malibu Barbie of course. And it has to be pink. I always wanted one, but it’s exactly the sort of “frivolous” purchase that my Midwestern parents would judge harshly. They would make me feel silly and impractical.
Convertible.
I would be a convertible if I was a car. Yeah, a nice mustang. Like the horse, strong, powerful, and fast. Sydney has horses. But damn, she’s pissed at me, actually ,she has a donkey. But still, she’s pissed at me. Well no, I don’t even know if she’s mad.
But she’s just ignroing me a lot. Its crazy, idk what I did. But its whatever, I’m goinmg to talk to her eventually, I just have to figure out what to say. Totally amn.
i have one! it’s wonderful! there’s nothing like feeling the wind and sunshine on you as you’re driving.
life, to buy at the dealership, to crash
riding in my backseed thinking of food thats just better than other foods i’ve tatsed recently why do people think my convertible is so fantastic, it’s kind of boring actually. Red and green flashlights see me, but i hardly notice them. For a change i think i will notice someone else now
a convertible is both good and bad., It is goood on a nice beautiful day. It is bad on any day the weather is unbearable. consider it hard when getting a convertible. a motorcycle may be a better idea.
in west philadelphia born and raised on this playground is where i spent most of my days chillin out max and relaxin all cool while shootin some b-ball outside the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin
she whipped down the road, scarf flying behind her. She wished he would have been there – that he was the one driving instead of her. She was remembering. The time when he had first shown her that place where they fell in love. It was the only time she had ever felt safe with another person.
A convertible that will make you really cold in the winter. With the top down the wind messes up your hair, and burns your eyes. A bug will probably fly into your mouth. The chance of death in a convertible is much greater than that in a regular car. However you do look cooler in a convertible.
convertible
She drove a red caddy convertible, which she had named “Lucy”. It wasn’t unusual to see her and Lucy cruise down the main street of town where all the outdoor cafes were on Saturday afternoons. She searched the crowd for “him”. She drove by his apartment. He could not be found.
In the autumn, when the convertible was put away for the winter, she would drive a Ford LTD. She would drive up to the cemetery on sunny Sunday afternoons and pace flowers on her daughter’s grave.
Nobody her knew her name though. She was very discreet. She would smile at the men who pumped her gas, as she held a bill out the window. She nice nice to the cashiers in the supermarket where she shopped, she all knew their names, but they didn’t know hers.
i want a rich guy to pick me up in one and drive me everwhere i want to go and buy me clothes shoes and purses and then drop me off at home and say thanks babe i had a great time well do it again next weekend
brings into my about a car. I would be so happy if we can make our life also a convertible one. It would be nice to have a convertible mind, since it can simply adjust with happiness to sorrow, as simple as a convertible.
drive around in your chic car with a black fabriced hood. you’re not cool; you’re overrated
i always wanted a convertible, imagine, the shear joy of riding that blue glimmering big car down the street, letting the whole world know this is the stuff, you know? everyone knows what it’s like riding that car, the wind blowing in your hair (or more like, the hair blowing in your face).
I know it’s finally nice weather when I see the convertibles come out. Old men, younger women, all with their hair blowing in the wind. Some are red, some are black, some are white.
cars are convertible. People are convertible. Cause people convert from religions and what not. I’m thinking mostly of a shiny red car. This is weird i wonder what the point is. why does it want my email. And the word convertible is stupid. I would like a convertible though…a nice shiny red convertible preferably a mercedes or something
è solo un senso di solitudine che invade il cuore e mi chiede: “Perchè devia andare avanti quando puoi fermarti qui?”
breezeyy :) top down, windy, drive, roads, pavement, rocks, rock cakes, yum cake, vanillia, chocolate, likes vanilla better thought. can’t spell vanillia anymore. thats ok. back to convertibles, ooooh breezey. random rants.
breezey, winds, windy, whistles, made them = wooden wistles. CONVERTIBLES.
As she rode past in her shiny red convertable, she thought to herself. “God, everyone fucking loves me. They really do.”
At that point, a truck driver who was driving in the opposite direction was admiring himself in his mirror. “Hot damn, I love myself.” he thought.
At that point, he lost control, running over the girl, and crashing his truck.
cool car, open top, very fast, sleek, carolina blue leather interior cd mag wheels cruising around chillin’ rich wind blowing,
Convertibles are cars. Roof down, sun up. Air in your face. Driving along a road. A long stretch of road. They’re cold. My friend’s sister keeps her roof down even when it’s the coldest weather. Just because she has a convertible. It’s not unbearably hot, but if you buy a convertible, you’re sure as hell gonna use it.
She was driving down Highway 99 with the top down on her convertible. She was trying to escape, and this allowed her to do just that. After losing the house and everything she held dear, all she really had was herself, the clothes on her back and her car. Her car had been with her through the best and worst times of her life. When she first got it as a present for her 16th birthday, it marked the beginning of a new life.
When I vacationed in Hawaii with my family, we rented a convertible. It was my first time riding in one. They seemed to be a norm on the island of Maui, and it was rare that we saw a ‘traditional’ style car. I have to say, however, that convertibles are not all they are cracked up to be. My long hair was woven into a birds nest every time we rode around with the top down. By the end of the trip, I was sick of tangles!
The convertible is a great type of car.
You would never think that your hair could flow in the wind and that it would actually feel great.
Or the times where you stick your head up past the windshield too far and you bugs in your teeth. Talk about disgusting, i never thought just how bad it would be until I saw it happen to a girl on the interstate.
The poor disgruntled onlookers with their receding hair lines looking on enviously at the asshole bold enough to put the top down while driving by themselves. I love the weekends in old folks country.
Maybe that will be me someday.