Yeppers, you read that right. I went topless... in January. Just another reason I love living in Texas. My only regret was that I had so many errands to run Boo couldn't go with. She loves riding with the top down on the 'vertible. I'm telling ya' Rabbit, you have got to get a ragtop! If you don't you won't be able to sit at a stop light, like I did y'day and say, "Hey, Self, it's gorgeous! The sun is warming everything in sight and it's in the mid-60's. You've got a long- sleeved top on. Put that top down, Girl!" So I did.
Oh, I simply don't have the word to describe how gloriours it is to ride around in January, knowing there are parts of the country buried in snow, shivering so hard their teeth are chattering, while I'm buzzing around town with the sun bathing my body in warm rays b/c I'm driving topless!
And a Shout-Out to my Sistah RazzMaTaAZ in Oregon. Did y'all know their State Flower is Mildew? It's cause they get so much rain, Yuck! Yuck! That was another great thing about y'day's topless travels, after a week of rainy days, Mr. Sun was making his presence felt in a BIG way. It was the first time since New Year's weekend that it's been warm and dry enough to have the top down. And from the look of our local Weather Shaman, it's gonna be the last day for awhile.
Just wanted to see how many times I could throw in the word topless and how it would effect my "hits". Have at it unlucky Googlers.
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"Their state flower is Mildew..."
Okay, wipe the beer off the monitor...
Before I realized it was a ragtop you were talking about, I was wondering if any red-light cameras in your neck of the woods had web feeds...;)
Yeah, yeah, I know. It's been way too long since I've owned a ragtop. There was nothing like making a lunch run to the next town over because you couldn't bear to eat at Sonic another day back in high school- top down, AM radio on, army surplus arctic parka with the hood snugged up in early February, defying the clock in that Mustang to run out before you got back from eating in the next town over.
I sort of watched Speed.tv last night about the Solstice GXP; the Sky in different bloomers. Still not enough storage room.
That 'Vette is looking better every day. At least it has a trunk. Sunday I have to make a run east on I-20 as my brother called and he wants me to pick up several boxes of books, a couple of old decrepit computers, and boxes of old family photos he's had in his garage since we busted up housekeeping for Dad. All of the sudden he thinks he wants to park inside, I guess. Gonna take the old rusty 'Burb and see if it'll crip that far, since I don't want to dump those boxes in the windstream of the pickup. Pity, because the truck bed would give me a head start on getting the cigarette smoke out of those books.
I'm sure your Gooble traffic will pick up significantly. Maybe you should have added 'college town' and co-ed' to your post.
Regards,
Rabbit.
I want to ride around with you! Tx., my home state, is usually warm enough to ride around topless just about everyday, so have fun. You go, girl.
Mildew, awful! It's a wonder those people sick a lot. Yuk!
I know the feeling, although I've never owned a ragtop. I'm still waiting for it to warm up enough to climb on the motorcycle. Here in wet Louisiana, it's been almost three weeks without sunshine, although this lovely Sunday morning, I do detect the presence of Glowball warming ourside.
I am just pea-green with envy. I happen to be living in the area of "buried in snow and shivering so hard our teeth hurt? Y'day took the young'ins shopping and it seemed to get colder and windier as the day wore on.
I TOLD Lainy I'd take her driving topless when I pick her up at the airport tomorrow. It's a whopping 16 here right now, so as long as she dresses warm....
Oh happy day, I get to go topless, except for the hat, gloves and scarf.
Don't forget the Baileys. I'll need to keep warm somehow!
Heh heh heh. These hedonists are all alike. Just can't quietly enjoy their good fortune. Gotta brag about their fleeting good fortune, and in the process prove how transitory it truly is.
Four days after the top-down touring in your ragtop, and our beloved Texas proves our weather is NOT to be taken for granted. your medium-sized city will grind to a halt within the next hour. Why? Because of those big globs of slushy white stuff fallin out of the sky. HUNERDS of 'em, I say!
Sic transit gloria meteorologia. Doan' jack with Mama Nature . . .
Holly's Deerlie Beloved.
I'm glad you get to enjoy driving topless. I have naturally curly hair, and if I drove topless, my hair would end up in a big, tangled wad. But on those picture-perfect days for convertibles, I watch them drive past with envy.
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