There’s a reason why Dodge never produced a convertible Challenger, and why all the prototype convertibles were crushed - structurally, the car becomes about as rigid as a piece of canned spaghetti when the top is removed.

Twenty bucks says someone rolls their new Bronco while off-roading within 24 hours of taking delivery.

#monochromelivesmatter

Drove a buddy’s ‘88 from Cape May to Philadelphia once.

“It’s a nice day, let’s take the convertible.” 

I think it was a decision on the part of GM/Cadillac to amortize the cost of developing the chassis and windshield for the ‘59 series 75.

Wow, I just noticed something....

When my employer acquired a new client some years back, we had to bring on a dozen new employees just to handle the data entry. The concept of a ‘personal space’ went away since any desk that was unoccupied for any length of time was taken over by one of the new employees who were told to work at any station that was…

To be fair to the OP, you don’t see many dentists or real estate lawyers driving around in these.

I had a Schwinn Caliente from my junior year in HS up until I was 24-25 or so. It survived at least a half-dozen NJ winters as a daily commuter, spent a summer down at the shore conveying my semi-drunk ass to our rental house from the OD in Sea Isle City on Friday and Saturday nights and toted a load of clothes 3…

She’s a Karen.  Or maybe a Becky.

This is likely taken along the shore of a lake; note the calm water and lack of waves. </pedantic>

When I was a kid, my great-uncle owned a 1963 Imperial.

Sometime back in the late 70s, I saw a Hino Contessa parked behind a service station in southern New Jersey. My father deridingly referred to it as a “Japanese Corvair.”

Went to a salvage yard to help my cousin pull a three speed transmission from an old GMC pickup to transplant into his Chevy.

That hottie in the bikini would be in her ‘70s by now and probably someone’s grandmother.

Mercury did bring back the Montego. It probably sold about five units.

If you think the ‘72 was large, witness the schnoz on the 1970 model:

The Lebaron outsold the very similar Diplomat precisely because of the unusual ‘turn signal over the headlights' front end.

We never really ‘went on vacation’ when I was a kid; it was usually a matter of not enough money and the fact that my mother hated long trips in the car.