Dear Mr. S2000

Like a clairon bell, so were the dulcet tones of Mr. S2000 as he flew off on argentine wings into the night (Image Credits: Honda USA).

Dear Mr. S2000,

As I was running a few days ago, I was just beginning to think about how it was a nice, and peaceful, and cool evening. I was enjoying the feeling of running in the cold once again, and I was thinking about how it's even a bit nice (if a bit scary) to be running after dusk. It was the first run in gloves, cap, and running pants for me. Just then, I could hear the rising bass track of Radio 1 coming from behind. Who could be approaching but you? You, in your silver chariot, streaking by with the top down... in the 40 degree weather.
I applaud you and your British optimism, Mr. S2k. Weather be damned, you'll have that roof off because it's what you paid for. In fact, according to Tom Ford on Fifth Gear, Britons buy more convertibles than any other nation in Europe. If that isn't looking at life on the sunny side then what is? Maybe you bought your convertible because you thought it would be an investment in the future; in the macabre hope that, should global warming continue at its current rate, England will have a climate the same as Southern France does currently. Well then you won't look such a fool, will you? And besides, if you can drive around with the roof down in winter you'll be ready for anything.
I know what you're thinking: Americans are so narrow-minded. We only buy convertibles to drive them in nice weather. We don't want to get the leather wet; heck, we don't want to get wet, let alone cold. Now, with financial times what they are, convertible sales are under threat. But you, you Mr. S2k, you are enjoying a broader motoring experience than even we can dream of. Like a quicksilver beacon of light in this dark epoch, you are reminding us that consumption can still be conspicuous. Forget the fact that most convertible drivers own convertibles just to be seen in them, or that driving a Honda sports car is like having a performance refrigerator. You drive around with your music loud enough for us to identify you even at night. So kudos, Mr. S2k. Thank you for showing us that happiness is more than an illusion, if it may be perhaps, delusional.

Yours Most Humbly and Sincerely,

Will