Mr. Dub has long wanted to own an old convertible.
Nothing too shiny, nothing too fancy.
His requirements were:
a purchase price that fit a modest budget,
built in the 1960s,
seating for six.
Now that Yonder and Enrique have flown the coop, finding a convertible to fit the above requirements has become a reality.
She's a 1968 Chrysler Town and Country.
With the fake wood sides.
She came with a lot of excess baggage which I got to drive home (didn't feel quite so exhilarating driving home a mini van full of old engine parts).
Angela needs some work.
Over the winter she'll probably get a new coat of paint and some detail work. For now, we're driving around town in our kitschy new convertible. She's an exciting new addition.