End of an era

Leo is now behind me.

This car carried me and many of friends places. Some people liked him, others wished he had a top or that it was up.

I'm not sure non-ragtop people ever understand convertibles, and I can't explain why I like them so. They're noisy, dirty, windy, and everyone feels it's okay to ask you questions or try and talk to you.

Still. I wish I still had my car. I wish lots of things. As they say, wish in one hand, shit in the other, and see which fills up first.