01 Aug 06
Listen up tin-top convertible drivers of Britain: you've paid a good few thousand pounds extra to have a car with a folding metal roof, so why you don't use it is beyond me. We're forever cooped up in our cars because of the crummy weather, so when the sun does grace us with its presence, do the decent thing and drive around topless (the car that is, but if you're feeling adventurous...).
And don't come to me whinging about it being too hot, or that your hair will get messed up - you bought an open-top car, therefore you must want to dispense with the roof whenever possible. Walking into the office with a sunburnt face and windswept barnet is one of the pleasures of convertible motoring.
Anyway, rant over - me and the Micra have been getting along just fine in the past few weeks. The novelty of that folding roof has yet to wear off, although the 22 seconds it takes for the roof to fold away can seem to last a lifetime at times. Especially when traffic lights have changed to green and you've got an irate cabby behind. They don't take kindly to a tarted-up posemoble (his words, not mine) crawling along at 3mph with its bootlid in the air. If I breach the magical 3mph the roof freezes in position and proceeds to bleep incessantly until I reduce my speed and it can finish contorting itself into the boot.
