Thirteen Hundred and Nine Straight Days with the Top Down.
210. On Larned going over I-375.
There's a bus! As if Detroit has mass transit.
First: see the PIAA wiper? I've had those for months now; I'm fairly pleased with them.
Second: a bus.
Third: clear blue skies! But not really; there was some haze, and it wasn't crispy cold, either.
Fourth: later on, another motorcycle passed me. Unlike the guy yesterday, this one acknowledged my existence - fellowship. But not really! I know he's much colder than I ever am; even when it's -16 °F.
Fifth: it's not completely true that I only drive topless "because I like it." I've been thinking about that and, specifically, what I would do if everybody did this? Although it's hard to know for sure, it's quite possible I'd have the top up from time to time. But even then, and this is the part nobod knows: I first got the idea of always driving with the top down when I saw it on TV. On Dutch television's Blik op de Weg, which revolved around police videos, mostly of speeders, there was a Jaguar E Type convertible - top down, in 30 °F weather. I thought that was very cool, and I've wanted to emulate it ever since. Of course, I seem to remember the driver was wearing a leather helmet/hat, but that's not the point. My point is: I had inspiration. It isn't just "because I like it."
Although I do like it.