car for mid life crisis. method of changing one thing into another. wind in the hair. isadora duncan. red. pink with wings. teal interior. the fonz. skeazy guys. vanity plates.
Jillie
i realy dont care if i ever own a convertible. this wrd just does nothing to me. a laptop’ teah, an ipod, sure i would love one, but a convertivle, so what. good thing i’m not materialistic, i dont havr the money anyways….
not a very good writer
I think about convertibles and two things come to mind:
sofas
cars
I prefer to think about sofas because I dislike most people who drive convertibles. It’s fucking 50 degrees outside, put the top up or get pnuemonia and die.
Lauren
top down. wind blowing through my hair. the smell of fall scenting the air. crisp. clean. cool. refreshing. fall tantalizing all my senses.
Jen M
my tights. they are so uncomfortable. i wear them for dance and they catch on the hair that is just growing back from my recent shave. yes, i am talking about my lady parts. we don’t wear underwear in ballet because it obstructs the line. i wish that hair never grew down there. i wish that my body was as linear and stick like as dance asks it to be. i wish i were comfortable in my body so that i would have the shit i put on it a little less. has little to do with my convertible tights that have holes under the feet so i can have the access to my toes.. that convenient comfort. it is sweet that they think it might make them more comfortable when we all know the discomfort doesn’t come from the tights at all, but how we think we look in them. cus when i get movin, and stop thinkin, i’m a naked bird mid-air. fuck the slight irritation of tights. my legs could be chained and my toes taped together. I fly anyway.
so now, when i put my toe through the convertible hole in the bottom, i will be reminded of the kind of comfort that is really important. i’m gonna convert the way i think. gonna convert my insecurities.
we’re all convertible.
katrina cunningham
Money can be convertible to any country you go
Jimmy
i own a convertible. it’s small, it’s red, and it’s fast. and when i drive it, especially on a cool summer’s night when all the stars are out and the sounds of the dark rush by, i forget every worry that caught hold inside me that day.
Brian A.
jalopy!!!!!!!! 1920’s slang for a convertible. To be able to convert whether that be your car oryour personality
Morrighan
A young lady in a black dress is driving in her classy red convertible. Her long, blond hair is blowing in the air and she is wearing dark bug eyed sun glasses to keep the sun out of her eyes so she can drive better. She has her music on loud and is enjoying herself.
w00t
Those Lands’ End clothes, the most exciting ones, the ones that let you be two people without doing your laundry…the fall required those convertible pants that let you wear shorts with the tug of a zipper.
That was not ten years ago.
l-dizzy
My main concern with owning a convertible was the possibility of rain. I never expected paint to fall from the sky and color me beige. The five gallon bucket really hurt though.
Charlie Rose
there’s a time in the summer when i find myself on the open road. and there is really nowhere else i’d rather be. those winding roads in the back country that seem to get twistier and more narrow with every second that passes. and the only thing that makes the whole situation better is the fact that i can drop the top and cruise. wind in my hair , stoge in my mouth.
christine
the convertible car drove by and hit the duck that was crossing the street. i laughed as the duck went flying in the air and walked away.
james
I’ve always wanted a convertible car because I love feeling the wind on my face. You see, I’ve got this thing for flying; I’ve always wanted to do it. Gods, what I wouldn’t give for a pair of wings. But a car is the closest I can get. Whenever I’m in a car, I try to catch as much wind as possible because it feels like flying.
I just want to FLY.
Zoe! H.
A while ago, my dad bought a convertible Alfa Romeo Spyder. I’ve always wanted to drive it. ALWAYS. But apparently, I’m not allowed to. How much does THAT blow?
Zoe! H.
Annyira fáj.
Annyira fáj, hogy sírni sem tudok már.
Annyira fáj, belerokkanok, ha meg nem áll.
Annyira fáj, bárcsak ne szenvednék tovább.
Annyira fáj, jobb lenne, ha elragadna a halál.
Annyira fáj, szívemet ezer tőr szúrja át.
Annyira fáj, szemem a könnyesőtől nem lát.
Annyira fáj, agyam nem fogja fel, mit testem csinál.
Annyira fáj, lelkemen a mély, vérző seb el nem áll.
Annyira fáj, az ész hiába súgja: lépj tovább!
Annyira fáj, annyira fáj a búcsúzás
Annyira fáj.
tobias
convertible
louise
this is a fabulous car. One that is red and shiny where the wingd can ripple through my hair as it glints in the sun. My face upturned to the blue sky, my hands on the sterring wheel taking me towards dreams and happiness. The road open before me the warm wind against my face. I love my shiny convertible car and feel totally at home for the first time ever behind the wheel totally at one. the car an extenstion of my wiull taking me whereever I want to go. Convertible means free. Freedom is my destination and as with most journeys getting there is often better than the drive.
Louisa
She glanced behind her once, watching the road fly from view, the stars become brighter and suddenly she felt weightless. She looked over at him and grinned.
“Never believe it in a million years,” she echoed, and he laughed and they sped further from earth, further into the dark midnight sky beyond.
Les
I sped on through the night. If only the roof wasn’t stuck. If only I’d had time to have it fixed. If only I hadn’t stormed out. If only I would have found it in my heart to listen to his please. If only he’d been faithful. If only.
Niffe
I have a convertible car. It leaks like crazy. Just the other day, my dad and I got in it to go to school, and there was a massive puddle in the back seat, even though we put a tarp over it.
somebody
with the wind in my hair, my love at my side, my convertible sets me free and keeps me contained in the real world at the same time.
vroom, vroom.
Jeremy Holtzapfel
this is a car that is fun to ride in in the sunshine if not too hot. I remember the best ride was in 90 deg heat riding thru the Loop in chicago! It was thrilling!
Dave
The convertible bond trader sat slouched at his desk, staring the screen. The numbers seemed to have lot their meaning. He held his head in his hands, thinking “just hold on for one more day”
Doug
Dave slipped behind the wheel of the red convertible. He’d wanted one ever since Denise left him. Hell, he’d wanted one before that, but now… Now he could do as he damn well pleased. And buying this sexy little statement of a car is what pleased him best. This machie would find him a replacement for Denise, a younger sexier model more in keeping with the car than the station wagon his ex had become.
Annette
Was convertible not what was the word yesterday or am I just going crazy? It seems like I’m talking to myself which, if that be the case, I do not have enough time to cover half of what I need to cover in only 60 seconds. Convertibles, convertibles. What an uninteresting subject. Really now, let’s be more creative ok? And now I just found out how to cheat at this. Slightly unfair :)
Carissa
i don’t know if it´s true but my dad tells me this is the first word i spoke. i believe that´s his wish more than the truth
ida
the convertible drove down highway 1 blaring the vivian girls, though the music is so mellow and low that it was hard to hear what they were doing. It was a low mumble in the bar that was the entire california coastline. I fulled up to the beach and stopped and realized how much better this would be if my dog were next to me.
ryan
a convertible car with not top it is electric so it comes down by its self i like them alot and iam going to have on when im older its going to be purple with white spots.
rosie
I looove convertibles. Ever since I was a kid. But I always had to sit in back because I was a kid and I would get my hair blown around and wnid in my face. When we took a trip to vancouver, we all got convertibles. It was fun!!I would like to have one.
the car in the drive
is not mine
it is hers
the witch
the woman
that replaces my mother
the woman that
drives a fancy car
buys expensive clothes
knows all of daddy’s friends
but cannot remember my name
she drinks too many martinis
and lives in my house
in my mother’s room
a trophy wife
she is not mine
i do not claim her
and tonight
that pretty red convertible
will take a trip
to the lake
i hope it’s waterproof
Katie
speed, in the country
fast down a hill
loud music blaring
never to return
top down doing 95 through curves
to convert into someone else
to change from one to another
difference matters
the attitude of one
change the attitude of another
Haley McFadden
the convertible car pulled into the nearest parking space. The blood splashed across the hood had already dried in the sun. He got out of the car, and noticed the blood
“Shit…I hope nobody noticed that”
He walked around to the side and wiped it off with his sleeve.
Paulus Davidus Galvinicus
convertible cars look amazing. and then for some reason the transformers are too. don’t be asking me what the hell that came from. then you have to do the conversions from moles to the molecular mass. that was the best part of chem. stoichiometry. that was the easiest thing to do in everything. that and balancing equations.
vamps
vegetables is god it tasty good, I think it is funny, maybe to serious for me :) like playing guitar in a sutarday night full with the beer
nnn
Convertibles are funny cars, looking rather cool and swish as they go along. They must play havoc with hairstyles, though, so I’d imagine only carefree rich people drive them. Or the very tall who don’t have much choice. Or bald rich people, like most black rich guys it seems. Convertible is also a word for something which changes into something else, like a Transformer, which is pure -awesome-.
Tai
the red convertible was marked with scratches down the side, but it was still fast. it was faster than anything i’d ever known. i was only twelve, but i think still now, i will never experience speed like i did that day in the red convertible. it’s unreal that feeling of a first time. the first time you see
maggie
hello pudding likes bananas and after that you just like that too
Filipe Sousa
She shook her head. Why not? We’ve got the space? He can park the convertible in the garage. No one will know he’s here.
car for mid life crisis. method of changing one thing into another. wind in the hair. isadora duncan. red. pink with wings. teal interior. the fonz. skeazy guys. vanity plates.
i realy dont care if i ever own a convertible. this wrd just does nothing to me. a laptop’ teah, an ipod, sure i would love one, but a convertivle, so what. good thing i’m not materialistic, i dont havr the money anyways….
I think about convertibles and two things come to mind:
sofas
cars
I prefer to think about sofas because I dislike most people who drive convertibles. It’s fucking 50 degrees outside, put the top up or get pnuemonia and die.
top down. wind blowing through my hair. the smell of fall scenting the air. crisp. clean. cool. refreshing. fall tantalizing all my senses.
my tights. they are so uncomfortable. i wear them for dance and they catch on the hair that is just growing back from my recent shave. yes, i am talking about my lady parts. we don’t wear underwear in ballet because it obstructs the line. i wish that hair never grew down there. i wish that my body was as linear and stick like as dance asks it to be. i wish i were comfortable in my body so that i would have the shit i put on it a little less. has little to do with my convertible tights that have holes under the feet so i can have the access to my toes.. that convenient comfort. it is sweet that they think it might make them more comfortable when we all know the discomfort doesn’t come from the tights at all, but how we think we look in them. cus when i get movin, and stop thinkin, i’m a naked bird mid-air. fuck the slight irritation of tights. my legs could be chained and my toes taped together. I fly anyway.
so now, when i put my toe through the convertible hole in the bottom, i will be reminded of the kind of comfort that is really important. i’m gonna convert the way i think. gonna convert my insecurities.
we’re all convertible.
Money can be convertible to any country you go
i own a convertible. it’s small, it’s red, and it’s fast. and when i drive it, especially on a cool summer’s night when all the stars are out and the sounds of the dark rush by, i forget every worry that caught hold inside me that day.
jalopy!!!!!!!! 1920’s slang for a convertible. To be able to convert whether that be your car oryour personality
A young lady in a black dress is driving in her classy red convertible. Her long, blond hair is blowing in the air and she is wearing dark bug eyed sun glasses to keep the sun out of her eyes so she can drive better. She has her music on loud and is enjoying herself.
Those Lands’ End clothes, the most exciting ones, the ones that let you be two people without doing your laundry…the fall required those convertible pants that let you wear shorts with the tug of a zipper.
That was not ten years ago.
My main concern with owning a convertible was the possibility of rain. I never expected paint to fall from the sky and color me beige. The five gallon bucket really hurt though.
there’s a time in the summer when i find myself on the open road. and there is really nowhere else i’d rather be. those winding roads in the back country that seem to get twistier and more narrow with every second that passes. and the only thing that makes the whole situation better is the fact that i can drop the top and cruise. wind in my hair , stoge in my mouth.
the convertible car drove by and hit the duck that was crossing the street. i laughed as the duck went flying in the air and walked away.
I’ve always wanted a convertible car because I love feeling the wind on my face. You see, I’ve got this thing for flying; I’ve always wanted to do it. Gods, what I wouldn’t give for a pair of wings. But a car is the closest I can get. Whenever I’m in a car, I try to catch as much wind as possible because it feels like flying.
I just want to FLY.
A while ago, my dad bought a convertible Alfa Romeo Spyder. I’ve always wanted to drive it. ALWAYS. But apparently, I’m not allowed to. How much does THAT blow?
Annyira fáj.
Annyira fáj, hogy sírni sem tudok már.
Annyira fáj, belerokkanok, ha meg nem áll.
Annyira fáj, bárcsak ne szenvednék tovább.
Annyira fáj, jobb lenne, ha elragadna a halál.
Annyira fáj, szívemet ezer tőr szúrja át.
Annyira fáj, szemem a könnyesőtől nem lát.
Annyira fáj, agyam nem fogja fel, mit testem csinál.
Annyira fáj, lelkemen a mély, vérző seb el nem áll.
Annyira fáj, az ész hiába súgja: lépj tovább!
Annyira fáj, annyira fáj a búcsúzás
Annyira fáj.
convertible
this is a fabulous car. One that is red and shiny where the wingd can ripple through my hair as it glints in the sun. My face upturned to the blue sky, my hands on the sterring wheel taking me towards dreams and happiness. The road open before me the warm wind against my face. I love my shiny convertible car and feel totally at home for the first time ever behind the wheel totally at one. the car an extenstion of my wiull taking me whereever I want to go. Convertible means free. Freedom is my destination and as with most journeys getting there is often better than the drive.
She glanced behind her once, watching the road fly from view, the stars become brighter and suddenly she felt weightless. She looked over at him and grinned.
“Never believe it in a million years,” she echoed, and he laughed and they sped further from earth, further into the dark midnight sky beyond.
I sped on through the night. If only the roof wasn’t stuck. If only I’d had time to have it fixed. If only I hadn’t stormed out. If only I would have found it in my heart to listen to his please. If only he’d been faithful. If only.
I have a convertible car. It leaks like crazy. Just the other day, my dad and I got in it to go to school, and there was a massive puddle in the back seat, even though we put a tarp over it.
with the wind in my hair, my love at my side, my convertible sets me free and keeps me contained in the real world at the same time.
vroom, vroom.
this is a car that is fun to ride in in the sunshine if not too hot. I remember the best ride was in 90 deg heat riding thru the Loop in chicago! It was thrilling!
The convertible bond trader sat slouched at his desk, staring the screen. The numbers seemed to have lot their meaning. He held his head in his hands, thinking “just hold on for one more day”
Dave slipped behind the wheel of the red convertible. He’d wanted one ever since Denise left him. Hell, he’d wanted one before that, but now… Now he could do as he damn well pleased. And buying this sexy little statement of a car is what pleased him best. This machie would find him a replacement for Denise, a younger sexier model more in keeping with the car than the station wagon his ex had become.
Was convertible not what was the word yesterday or am I just going crazy? It seems like I’m talking to myself which, if that be the case, I do not have enough time to cover half of what I need to cover in only 60 seconds. Convertibles, convertibles. What an uninteresting subject. Really now, let’s be more creative ok? And now I just found out how to cheat at this. Slightly unfair :)
i don’t know if it´s true but my dad tells me this is the first word i spoke. i believe that´s his wish more than the truth
the convertible drove down highway 1 blaring the vivian girls, though the music is so mellow and low that it was hard to hear what they were doing. It was a low mumble in the bar that was the entire california coastline. I fulled up to the beach and stopped and realized how much better this would be if my dog were next to me.
a convertible car with not top it is electric so it comes down by its self i like them alot and iam going to have on when im older its going to be purple with white spots.
I looove convertibles. Ever since I was a kid. But I always had to sit in back because I was a kid and I would get my hair blown around and wnid in my face. When we took a trip to vancouver, we all got convertibles. It was fun!!I would like to have one.
Adaptable, changes, moves, transforms. It’s fun, feel free, no worries. Brings memories. Fin.
the car in the drive
is not mine
it is hers
the witch
the woman
that replaces my mother
the woman that
drives a fancy car
buys expensive clothes
knows all of daddy’s friends
but cannot remember my name
she drinks too many martinis
and lives in my house
in my mother’s room
a trophy wife
she is not mine
i do not claim her
and tonight
that pretty red convertible
will take a trip
to the lake
i hope it’s waterproof
speed, in the country
fast down a hill
loud music blaring
never to return
top down doing 95 through curves
to convert into someone else
to change from one to another
difference matters
the attitude of one
change the attitude of another
the convertible car pulled into the nearest parking space. The blood splashed across the hood had already dried in the sun. He got out of the car, and noticed the blood
“Shit…I hope nobody noticed that”
He walked around to the side and wiped it off with his sleeve.
convertible cars look amazing. and then for some reason the transformers are too. don’t be asking me what the hell that came from. then you have to do the conversions from moles to the molecular mass. that was the best part of chem. stoichiometry. that was the easiest thing to do in everything. that and balancing equations.
vegetables is god it tasty good, I think it is funny, maybe to serious for me :) like playing guitar in a sutarday night full with the beer
Convertibles are funny cars, looking rather cool and swish as they go along. They must play havoc with hairstyles, though, so I’d imagine only carefree rich people drive them. Or the very tall who don’t have much choice. Or bald rich people, like most black rich guys it seems. Convertible is also a word for something which changes into something else, like a Transformer, which is pure -awesome-.
the red convertible was marked with scratches down the side, but it was still fast. it was faster than anything i’d ever known. i was only twelve, but i think still now, i will never experience speed like i did that day in the red convertible. it’s unreal that feeling of a first time. the first time you see
hello pudding likes bananas and after that you just like that too
She shook her head. Why not? We’ve got the space? He can park the convertible in the garage. No one will know he’s here.