Driving roof down in the rain in a convertiblle is a rite of passage. At the right place and time, and the right rain, nothing comes close, feeling the moisture and smelling the wet earth, and so on.
However, what does come close is driving roof down at dusk into night, and driving early morning into dawn. That blackness and stillness outside the car, the bugs in headlights, and all over the windscreen. I really do consider myself fortunate in experiencing all that as a 19 year old in my first Midget. And it had leather seats.
