World of Suck

Convertibles. The word conjures up wind, sun, and sky. Let's go back to that first one however, wind. Rag-tops are notoriously gusty, think of the women with scarves in their hair and men with their ball-caps on backwards. Of course that's the point, to enjoy the tactile sensation of speed through the air whipping and lashing all around.

So, please, would someone explain to me how in hell they can use a cell phone while driving along at sixty, seventy or eighty?

Seriously, how does this work? When I'm on my cell phone I typically have to turn down the radio, close the windows, shut the sunroof. Then I can talk and (naturally) be heard. And no, I do not have a convertible. How is it exactly that these people can communicate in gale-force conditions? I mean hell, putting aside wind, there's road noise, sirens, and the roar through underpasses where all sound gets tossed into an Oscar blender of cacophony.

I think the real answer is "it's just for show". Either there really isn't anyone on the other end, or the driver just doesn't care if they're listening or not. Frankly there isn't another explanation.