300 mile round trip with my Border Collie, Ben.
Top down all the way, like you do.
Then on the way home, the light is beginning to fade as the evening sets in, and then about 30miles from home, a few spots of rain begin to splatter on us. Not much, but a little bit.
Ben sits up and looks at me as if to say..'well..are you going to do something about that?'
Oh ok Ben I say to him and at the next service station he sits there watching me faf about erecting the hood, pearing at me through the windscreen as if to say 'are you going to be long?'
Dogs eh...
apparantly during the war he blew a head gasket, could not get any gasket material so using jewelers paste matched the head perfectly to the block, it was like it when he sold the car. His grandfather (a blacksmith) was somewhat proud or so the story goes.