On Sat, 25 Jun 2011 13:59:58 -0400, willshak
wrote:

Tegger wrote the following:
mm wrote in
:



She didn't say anything about the car in return. Come Sunday, we left
at 3 or 4, on a beautiful summer day, and as usual for me, I had the
top down. My friend who I came with was in the passenger seat and she
and a girlfriend were in the back seat. She asks me to put the top
up. I said, "I told you I had a convertible."

I figured, Why would I mention that if I wasn't planning to put the
top down? (With the top up, it's like any other car.) She had two
days to get a ride with someone else if that was a problem. I would
have looked for a ride for her, too.




Maybe her hair was blowing in her face. Maybe she'd never been in a
convertible before, and didn't realize the backwash you get when riding in
one with the top down.

Of the two convertibles I owned back in the late '50s ('56 and '57
Fords), I found that in order to prevent back seat passenger's hair from
blowing in their face, you had to do 70 MPH so that the air stream off
the windshield fell behind the rear seat. If no rear passengers, 50 MPH
was enough to keep front seat driver and passenger's hair from blowing
in their face.


Yes, it's really not that windy back there. It surprised me when I
found out, riding in the back seat myself. The windshield shields all
the seats from most of the wind. I thought it was like riding a
horse, because without the steering wheel to hold on to all I had was
the seat.

Another indication is the rain. At highway speeds the rear seats
don't get wet. not even the backs of the rear seats. There is some
breeze, and if a light-weight piece of paper gets caught in it, it
will blow but not very fast, from the front seat to the back, then
down and back towards the front seat again, and around in circles.

In the glove compartment, I kept a couple of the cloth covered rubber
bands just so a woman could tie her hair up. I offered her one and
she didn't want it. I don't think she complained about her hair. She
also didn't say anything about not realizing the top would be down,
either because she thought I should just do what she wanted, or
because she did understand me in the first place when I said
convertible.