Spring finally reappeared yesterday in Toronto, after an all too brief showing in mid-March.
As a result, today was the first day I really missed my Subaru. I rolled down the windows on my rental, but it's just not the same as opening up the sunroof and feeling the spring breeze.
I also had my first top-down convertible sighting today, which made me realize what I really miss is my dad's Karmann Ghia convertible.
I can't remember what year the Ghia was, but it was from the early 1970s, and just like in the ad, ours was bright orange. My brothers and I got to drive it to school when we were each in our last years of high school. Boy, did I love driving that car into the high school parking lot . . .
I can't believe I said I didn't like orange a few days ago.