A car who’s top could move back.
The lid can be folded down so your hair can whip around like crazy.
Usually found being driven by bald men with beards.
Kendall
The wind whips through my hair. It stings my eyes. I can’t help but lean back and laugh. I feel so carefree… it’s just what the doctor ordered. I turn to you and say “Thanks”.
Cat
the sunset the love the romance the tradgey and the death too because as he turns to look at me he won’t see the cliff and I won’t scream because i’m equally entranced and we’ll plumet to our deaths together forever as it should be. But he meant well and he’ll go to heaven and i to my hell, all thanks to the convertible.
Zed
a car that is really fast for some reason red comes to my mind. it was a car i thought was sooo cool when i was younger. and i thought only really rich people could drive. i was always jelous of the little 16 year olds on TV that got them for birthday presents on TV..as thier first car my first car was a Buick Lesabre haha.
Beverley
There was a really nice red car sitting outside. There was this really hot blonde woman and this long haired male, who looked like a fruit. He retained a sense of masculinity though. They were parked there, idling for what seemed to be a while. I have no idea why. The car was just wasting gas. It looked really fast, the make and model though I couldn’t make out.
they asked me if it was a convertible. i told them that i wasn’t that kind of guy…
craig
i love to riide in the car wind in my face sun beaming down i know it is the greatest day in the world. life is good in a convertable. even when it rains. dis you know that the rain will go right over the top of the car at aq certain angle/ this is more proof that life if perfect in a convertable.
lolly
There was a convertible sitting outside the bar, it was very late. The owner stumbled out, undoubtedly drunk he asked for the some time to relax, I told him I wasn’t the time keeper.
Bill Shears
i am convertible.
that is all.
ivory
The couch was convertible. You are convertible. We are convertible and this world is convertible. If the couch didn’t stick every time i tried to pull it out…i would convert it more often than i do…but i guess that’s why the world works the way it does…too sticky…not strong enough.
Anna
The convertable is the type of car I wanted when I was a child. People who drove convertibles looked cool I’ve since changed my mind. I don’t want a convertible anymore, just something to get me from point A to point B. Though it would be nice to feel the wind in my hair…
Nessie
at long last the car ride was over. it was long and there was no conversation between him and I. I know that we are bot hguys but I wonder what he’ll tell me after i confessed. just me and him now in his convertable beetle.
Michael Fion
That is a sexy car. Wish I had one. Actually no I don’t. I don’t have a need for such a car. Though a car that goes would be nice so long as there are not cops nearby. How often does that happen? I would love to be able to go over 120mph. O
Man
torn paper shards are lost
to the wind, to the bottoms of shoes
written there were thoughts
of being scattered
l
I know what it is, but I don’t know how to explain it!
Example: I have a convertible car. I can put it down and convert the car into having no top to it.
Convertible-(con-vert-able) Can be converted.
I convert anything to anything I need
To bad I can’t convert a weed!
I love how it makes life so sweet
Converting things can make them so kept and neat!
It makes me happy when I can change!
Although I wish I could convert my brother who is really strange!!
ashley
pretty fly cars, drop the top and cruise, always look cool in a convertible, hafta watch out for crazy hair though
molly
i really used to lve driving my convertible. The wind blowing on my hair was a wonderful feeling.
Now the closest thing i have to wind blowing on me is when my husband lets one rip on me – awful
camilla
Red car, top down, driving down sunny street. Feel the breeze on your cheek, hair swept away, sunglasses perched on your nose.
bean
a car a car with no top a car which is usually red? it can be red, or it maybe blue, or yellow it really doesnt matter, i just think of a red one. but that is probably because i have a photographic memory and i think in images. i am picturing a beautiful blonde woman driving it.
hannah
I can feel the breeze through my hair as I cruise down the winding Italian road at 80 mph. I am in love with the feeling of the day. I cannot get enough of the beautiful scenery around me; the Alps are stunning. My red convertible takes me through the mountains at speeds that make my heart race. I laugh as I swing around the winding curves.
meg
the convertible shone like new stones freshly polished from a bustling, brushing machine, working hard. wind flew over its aerodynamic, sexy curves, shaping the convertible into a beautiful work of art. not just a car. no, no.
~
A convertible is a car that has a collapsible top. They are usually sports cars. Convertibles are good because you can feel the wind going through your hair. Convertibles are usually red or white. Some that I know are the Saturn Sky and mostly BMW’s. Convertibles are bad in cases though if you flip.
TJ
From one state to another, a conversion. Removing the roof, doesn’t even begin to explain it.
erin
changeable and creatively different. A convertable car can turn a lovely spring day into a fresh adventure into the world, rather than just a car ride to the store. A convertable bra can open many fashion avenues. It’s hard to type wyt a cat ont he keys
lauri
sometimes i just wonder
if life is convertible
to something better
to something more beatiful
than a dark hole
in my heart
sometimes i just wonder
sometimes
filip
car, showoff, messy hair, cold, windblown, no kids,
Tracey
There was a red, lightning fast convertible zooming down the highway. He thought he was cool kid. Too bad there was a cop measuring speed and he got caught. And he got his cool convertible taken away.
Christina Ruhnke
change…is good
is it good?
a fast sporty car…
I can change
I can adapt
is it good?
multi purpose
useful
pretty
loved
SueBear
Cold … That is the first thing that comes to mind. Even in summer, they are still annoying and cold. Also windy, Everyone drives around all smug, but really they are just getting annoyed by there hair blowing in the wind. And now they have to re-do it where ever they go.
turtle
My favorite kind of car is a convertible. You can drive it in any kind of weather, but the best time to drive it is on a cool evening in the summer. It has been hot all day and then at night it is cool. I love it. My friends dad had one and I always wanted to have it for my own.
Jay
We were streaming along the highway, me feelin’ extra sexy with my fuzzy hair blowin’ back. I looked at him with my bedroom eyes, and he winked. I think he didn’t think I was serious about the babe thing.
Anne
It can be converted. Peel back, automatically, and expose something to the sheer force. Momentum gathering.
blueelm
There’s a song about a convertible..
or maybe it’s just ‘automobile’.
Yeah.
Drivin’ along in my automobile/
my baby beside me at the wheel/
etc.
It’s by Meatloaf, methinks.
Not in the mood to write anything meaningful.
Nweh.
Endd.
chryste.
the convertible car sat in the garage for years and years on end. it was unstable, too prone to succumb to change, too precarious. it felt unsafe to drive for the sole reason that it did not have a set, defined state.
penis
grace’s m3 red, summertime road trips more times to just hang out with a nice cool breeze. with the top down, with music blasting with nothing else to worry about and taking however long to get from point a to point b
tin
Wind blowing through my hair. Things always in the state of change. Cars wizzing past without thought or glance.
Gayle
convertibles, nothing more could be a summary of everything that is and could be a mid-life crisis. Sleek, stylish, costly, inefficient, and flashy, nothing says “I have too much money and no fulfillment in my life”
Chris Johnson
change in something, to appeaar different
oscar
I switched last night into a bird: green, whittling a fresh brown lump of a stick into a nothing. He turned to me and, through curious eyeballs, said “weren’t you the one who ordered ham on rye?”
A car who’s top could move back.
The lid can be folded down so your hair can whip around like crazy.
Usually found being driven by bald men with beards.
The wind whips through my hair. It stings my eyes. I can’t help but lean back and laugh. I feel so carefree… it’s just what the doctor ordered. I turn to you and say “Thanks”.
the sunset the love the romance the tradgey and the death too because as he turns to look at me he won’t see the cliff and I won’t scream because i’m equally entranced and we’ll plumet to our deaths together forever as it should be. But he meant well and he’ll go to heaven and i to my hell, all thanks to the convertible.
a car that is really fast for some reason red comes to my mind. it was a car i thought was sooo cool when i was younger. and i thought only really rich people could drive. i was always jelous of the little 16 year olds on TV that got them for birthday presents on TV..as thier first car my first car was a Buick Lesabre haha.
There was a really nice red car sitting outside. There was this really hot blonde woman and this long haired male, who looked like a fruit. He retained a sense of masculinity though. They were parked there, idling for what seemed to be a while. I have no idea why. The car was just wasting gas. It looked really fast, the make and model though I couldn’t make out.
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they asked me if it was a convertible. i told them that i wasn’t that kind of guy…
i love to riide in the car wind in my face sun beaming down i know it is the greatest day in the world. life is good in a convertable. even when it rains. dis you know that the rain will go right over the top of the car at aq certain angle/ this is more proof that life if perfect in a convertable.
There was a convertible sitting outside the bar, it was very late. The owner stumbled out, undoubtedly drunk he asked for the some time to relax, I told him I wasn’t the time keeper.
i am convertible.
that is all.
The couch was convertible. You are convertible. We are convertible and this world is convertible. If the couch didn’t stick every time i tried to pull it out…i would convert it more often than i do…but i guess that’s why the world works the way it does…too sticky…not strong enough.
The convertable is the type of car I wanted when I was a child. People who drove convertibles looked cool I’ve since changed my mind. I don’t want a convertible anymore, just something to get me from point A to point B. Though it would be nice to feel the wind in my hair…
at long last the car ride was over. it was long and there was no conversation between him and I. I know that we are bot hguys but I wonder what he’ll tell me after i confessed. just me and him now in his convertable beetle.
That is a sexy car. Wish I had one. Actually no I don’t. I don’t have a need for such a car. Though a car that goes would be nice so long as there are not cops nearby. How often does that happen? I would love to be able to go over 120mph. O
torn paper shards are lost
to the wind, to the bottoms of shoes
written there were thoughts
of being scattered
I know what it is, but I don’t know how to explain it!
Example: I have a convertible car. I can put it down and convert the car into having no top to it.
Convertible-(con-vert-able) Can be converted.
I convert anything to anything I need
To bad I can’t convert a weed!
I love how it makes life so sweet
Converting things can make them so kept and neat!
It makes me happy when I can change!
Although I wish I could convert my brother who is really strange!!
pretty fly cars, drop the top and cruise, always look cool in a convertible, hafta watch out for crazy hair though
i really used to lve driving my convertible. The wind blowing on my hair was a wonderful feeling.
Now the closest thing i have to wind blowing on me is when my husband lets one rip on me – awful
Red car, top down, driving down sunny street. Feel the breeze on your cheek, hair swept away, sunglasses perched on your nose.
a car a car with no top a car which is usually red? it can be red, or it maybe blue, or yellow it really doesnt matter, i just think of a red one. but that is probably because i have a photographic memory and i think in images. i am picturing a beautiful blonde woman driving it.
I can feel the breeze through my hair as I cruise down the winding Italian road at 80 mph. I am in love with the feeling of the day. I cannot get enough of the beautiful scenery around me; the Alps are stunning. My red convertible takes me through the mountains at speeds that make my heart race. I laugh as I swing around the winding curves.
the convertible shone like new stones freshly polished from a bustling, brushing machine, working hard. wind flew over its aerodynamic, sexy curves, shaping the convertible into a beautiful work of art. not just a car. no, no.
A convertible is a car that has a collapsible top. They are usually sports cars. Convertibles are good because you can feel the wind going through your hair. Convertibles are usually red or white. Some that I know are the Saturn Sky and mostly BMW’s. Convertibles are bad in cases though if you flip.
From one state to another, a conversion. Removing the roof, doesn’t even begin to explain it.
changeable and creatively different. A convertable car can turn a lovely spring day into a fresh adventure into the world, rather than just a car ride to the store. A convertable bra can open many fashion avenues. It’s hard to type wyt a cat ont he keys
sometimes i just wonder
if life is convertible
to something better
to something more beatiful
than a dark hole
in my heart
sometimes i just wonder
sometimes
car, showoff, messy hair, cold, windblown, no kids,
There was a red, lightning fast convertible zooming down the highway. He thought he was cool kid. Too bad there was a cop measuring speed and he got caught. And he got his cool convertible taken away.
change…is good
is it good?
a fast sporty car…
I can change
I can adapt
is it good?
multi purpose
useful
pretty
loved
Cold … That is the first thing that comes to mind. Even in summer, they are still annoying and cold. Also windy, Everyone drives around all smug, but really they are just getting annoyed by there hair blowing in the wind. And now they have to re-do it where ever they go.
My favorite kind of car is a convertible. You can drive it in any kind of weather, but the best time to drive it is on a cool evening in the summer. It has been hot all day and then at night it is cool. I love it. My friends dad had one and I always wanted to have it for my own.
We were streaming along the highway, me feelin’ extra sexy with my fuzzy hair blowin’ back. I looked at him with my bedroom eyes, and he winked. I think he didn’t think I was serious about the babe thing.
It can be converted. Peel back, automatically, and expose something to the sheer force. Momentum gathering.
There’s a song about a convertible..
or maybe it’s just ‘automobile’.
Yeah.
Drivin’ along in my automobile/
my baby beside me at the wheel/
etc.
It’s by Meatloaf, methinks.
Not in the mood to write anything meaningful.
Nweh.
Endd.
the convertible car sat in the garage for years and years on end. it was unstable, too prone to succumb to change, too precarious. it felt unsafe to drive for the sole reason that it did not have a set, defined state.
grace’s m3 red, summertime road trips more times to just hang out with a nice cool breeze. with the top down, with music blasting with nothing else to worry about and taking however long to get from point a to point b
Wind blowing through my hair. Things always in the state of change. Cars wizzing past without thought or glance.
convertibles, nothing more could be a summary of everything that is and could be a mid-life crisis. Sleek, stylish, costly, inefficient, and flashy, nothing says “I have too much money and no fulfillment in my life”
change in something, to appeaar different
I switched last night into a bird: green, whittling a fresh brown lump of a stick into a nothing. He turned to me and, through curious eyeballs, said “weren’t you the one who ordered ham on rye?”