You could say I am not one to go overboard about a car. And then I got to LAX last night.
I take whatever car Avis gives me on business trips unless it is an atrocity (looking at you PT Cruiser...). If asked, I prefer a car with satellite radio, sun roof and, if in the Northeast, EZPass.
Last night, at LAX, I had a convertible Sebring waiting for me. Tonight, I decided to see what that was really like.
After a looooong day of work throughout Southern California (picture filming, in the desert, in searing heat, in dress clothes and then still having to drive to LA), I met a friend for dinner downtown. A significant side effect of this dinner: rush hour traffic went away.
So, as I got my car from the parking deck, I knew the following and carefully took each into account:
- I had a convertible
- It was still light out
- I had, in all likelihood, no traffic in front of me
- I had 55 miles to drive
It's funny. I love my quiet car. Driving a convertible at highway speed is not quiet. In fact, on a 10-lane freeway, it's loud. Cars passing are even louder.
But with XM satellite radio booming, who cares? They were even playing the songs I wanted to hear. It was the single planetary alignment of perfect driving conditions in the one place in the USA where, when driving conditions are perfect (read: the mess of Southern California freeways), it's flipping brilliant.
I basically had my own personal roller coaster for the better part of an hour.
And what's interesting: blind spots in a convertible suck. Until the top is down. Then you can see everything.
Last March, I made almost the identical drive from LA to Riverside at the height of rush hour. It was misery. I was in an unruly SUV in stacked up LA traffic the whole way to the Inland Empire (which is neither inland, nor an empire... discuss). Tonight, was the polar opposite.
Don't believe in karma? You clearly weren't in the passenger seat tonight.