My Little Cabrio

Spring is coming, so I'm thrilled to post a picture of my little Volkswagon Cabrio Convertible -- top down. Drew is in the passenger seat, and that's Bull Run Mountain, our home, in the distance. I'm glad I got the whatever together and sold my emerald green Ford Escort so I could buy the little Cabrio. That was 2001. Since then I've had rust spots repainted, a new top twice, and the interior completely reupholstered. The car is 15 years old. 

Driving with the top down is a very worthwhile experience. I hear everything, see the tree tops, smell Peruvian chicken roasting. At night I feel the air turn cold as the road dips into a vale, and the chirping frogs get louder and fade away as I drive by. Tuesday night the little Cabrio received it's first compliment along the lines of, "Wow! I love those cars! I haven't seen one of those in a long time!" The Cabrio has always been cute but now it's vintage. I'm so proud.