Ok, I love convertibles, the faster the better. This is not a mid-life crisis. I have always had fast convertibles, preferably bright yellow. There was that awkward stage where I had to have normal cars because I had kids (most convertibles have only two seats).
So today, there I was at a stop light, when I notice a honeybee land on my car just outside my window. It was threatening rain, so I had my cloth top up. This might seem like a peculiar occurrence, but I quite often have bees land on my car, thinking it is the mother lode of all yellow flowers.
With fascination, I watched my insect buddy as he made himself comfortable on my 12 coat paint job with slippery clear coat and wax. How fast can I in fact go before my friend can no longer cling to such a slick and un-accommodating surface? I was first in line, so I kick in the old 0-60 in less than 5 seconds quick shift with a roar of the engine.
One eye on the bee, one eye on my speedometer, the little guy made it to 40 mph before – whisk – off into the great blue yonder for my insect buddy. How it held on until 40 mph I have no idea…