I was meant to drive a way better car. That's what the greeting card said and I knew it to be true. I didn't care about the curly-haired dog sitting in the front seat, ears flying back. I didn't care about the fins on the back of the car. No.
But it was a convertible. And that's just what a girl like me needs, the wind blowing my hair back and the scented air swirling around me.
I need to feel the sky come down to touch my shoulders. I need to raise my eyes to the distant hills unfettered by metal and chrome. I need to hear the music of the land as I roll past. I need to sing as big as all the earth.A girl like me needs a convertible.
So my cool brother Steve comes and takes me for a convertible ride.