Thirteen Hundred and Twenty-Six Straight Days with the Top Down.
223. In Front of Dearborn's Home Depot.
Climbing out of my car.
For some time now I have been locking the driver's side door, which I have to do manually because the "S" doesn't do it on its own. A lot of American cars lock their doors automatically once you start driving, and I've always assumed that was to keep intruders out - and while that may be true, there's another good reason to lock your doors: it increases the structural integrity in the case of a crash. So that's why I've taken to locking the door, and because it's not done automatically, I prefer to leave it locked all the time, getting into and out of the car the way you see in the picture. I'm sure it looks very silly.
Someone at work asked me this week if I had "broken the record yet." He honestly believed I was going after a record with my top-down driving. That just baffles me. I guess someone told him and he just believed it, but that just raises my eyebrows even more. Why believe something as outlandish as that? Yeah, that stuff bothers me.
So, newly annoyed by people meddling with my topless affairs, I decided to check the website of the radio station who reported on it and linked to my website. It turns out the link has fallen off - which makes me happy.