Last month, I did something mighty rare for me: I drove a convertible. The occasion was a weekend visit with my sister and her family… and I simply couldn’t turn down an offer to drive their 2012 BMW 335i. So down went the retractable hardtop, and off we went into the cool late-summer evening. Before long, I found myself wishing for a convertible of my own, but I’m much too practical to buy a purely fun car, so I soon came back to my minivan-driving senses. But any ride in a convertible gets me thinking about how strongly I longed for top-down motoring when I was growing up, and also about the first time I was able to satiate that longing.
People’s perceptions of convertibles are likely influenced by when they grew up and formed their nascent automotive impressions. Having been born in the 1970s, I grew up in the Convertible Dark Ages, when droptops were firmly on the endangered species list. From the mid-1960s to mid-’70s, convertibles’ share of the US car market plummeted. A variety of causes – from safety concerns to shifting consumer preferences – led to that decline, and when the last 1976 Eldorado convertible rolled into history, this bodystyle’s fate appeared to be sealed. Consequently, convertibles seemed like forbidden fruit to me. They seemed like so much fun, but would I ever get to experience one?
Folks who are a generation older or younger than me likely have different impressions. Convertibles were a part of everyday life in the 1950s through much of the 1960s, and many popular car models ranges featured convertibles, in addition to coupes, sedans and wagons. People of my parents’ generation would often speak fondly of the convertibles of their youth. As this 1957 newspaper ad for used convertibles implies, convertibles were fun, relatively affordable, and common.
After the late 1970s-early 1980s Convertible Dark Ages, convertibles became more common – helped largely by Chrysler’s K-car convertibles, introduced in 1982. These cars ushered in about 20 years of steady growth in convertible sales, and people who grew up in the 1980s and 1990s likely viewed convertibles as more commonplace than I did, though still as exciting cars.
But we may be entering another sunset cycle for the convertible. Sales have declined for more than a decade, and convertibles now account for under 1% of North American vehicle sales. Like previous declines, several factors are at work here, from consumers’ preferences for SUVs, to an increasing aversion to the outdoors, to a lack of interest in convertibles from the globally-crucial Chinese market. However, I strongly suspect that the idea of a convertible will come back in fashion at some point in the future.
As for myself, I yearned to drive (or even just to ride in) a convertible. At some point in the early 1990s, my wish came true. My father – as a birthday gift, if I recall – took me to the nearest Alfa Romeo dealership to test drive a used Spider. I had dreamed of Alfas for years, and now I got to drive one! It was a beautiful spring day, and I took a drive with a rather emotionless Alfa salesman for my first-ever convertible experience. Sometimes, however, meeting your automotive heroes isn’t quite what it’s cracked up to be. I’d long heard of Alfa Romeo’s reputation for poor build quality, but on my short drive, two things fell off the car. First, a sun visor fell off, and then when the drive was finally done, the interior door handle broke off in my hand. The salesman calmly told me that “These things sometimes happen,” but Alfa Romeo got knocked down a few rungs on the ladder of dreams. Still, I was smitten with convertibles, and remain so today.
Convertibles remain elusive for me, though. Therefore, while at my sister’s house last month, I jumped at the opportunity to drive her BMW. A cool, late-summer evening is perfect convertible weather, and the 335i was the perfect car with which to experience it.
With its 300-hp twin-turbo six-cylinder engine, the 335 was a joy to drive – planting one’s foot on the accelerator was instantly rewarded by a thrush of acceleration. Adding to the euphoria was that this BMW benefited from the M Sport package, BMW Performance Power Kit, and aftermarket OZ Alleggerita wheels. Granted, my automotive expectations have been dulled by years of driving kids in minivans, but this was a seriously fun car – it was fast, had quick steering and the sport-exhaust burble meant that this is the only car I’ve driven that’s actually been fun to decelerate. It also displayed much less chassis flex than other convertibles I’ve driven. Though not the kind of car I would buy, I can absolutely see enjoying this BMW as a daily driver (especially given its retractable hardtop).
Like siblings everywhere, my sister and I are opposites. While I buy dull cars and keep them forever, my sister and her husband have Automotive ADD – buying interesting cars and then keeping them for about 6 weeks before tiring of them and then buying something else. This BMW, however was their longest-tenured vehicle in recent memory, having been in their garage for about seven years. I’m glad I drove it when I did, because just last week they traded it in for a new car. Perhaps reflecting the convertible’s latest decline, they didn’t replace it with another convertible, but rather a Subaru WRX. Oh well, maybe I’ll have to wait a few more decades to drive a convertible again….
Whenever I do drive a convertible again, it’ll be worth the wait. And I’ll probably still fondly recall the first time I drove one — the Alfa Romeo with pieces falling off. All that leads to today’s QOTD: What was the first time that you drove (or rode in) a convertible?
When I was a child in my Uncle’s Morris Minor convertible, though not in the weather in the picture!
Got chauffeured around Kansas City, Missouri in a mid-90s Sebring by a friend’s relative who was putting us up as we were traveling across the country.
Somehow, I’d never ridden in a convertible until I was deep into my 20s, taking the quintessential American road trip!
I loved every minute of it. Kansas City was gorgeous in the mid-summer when we came through, and it felt great after traveling and camping for about a week to get driven around by someone else who knew we were road weary and was excited to show us around her town.
A few years old, enough to walk on my own, friend of my dad whips up the street in a newly purchased Red MG A. I get to take a ride, it consists of going around and around right there in the street in front of the house.
Not long afterward, dad buys a Dart GT convertible. The favorite family car of all time.
After that, no more convertible rides.
I rode in the back seat of my kindergarten teacher’s YJ Jeep Wrangler in 1997. I can’t quite remember the context, but I think we were coming back from some field trip. She knew I loved Jeeps (to the point of obsession). No idea how the school allowed that!
Wow… add that to the list of things that would never be allowed these days!
I don’t think it was until I was in college, a friend had a then new late 80’s Mustang GT. Black over red interior.
Like you, Eric, I grew up in the 70’s when convertibles were on the wane. I always wanted one, but more because they’re cool looking, rather than that open top ride.
My first experience as a passenger was in 1987, when I was 27 years old. I was dating a girl that just bought a Cavalier Z-24 Convertible. I don’t really like the J cars, but this was a cool experience. Around this time, having the bug for open top driving, I had Automotive Concepts cut a hole in the roof of my ’83 Aero-Bird and enjoyed a sunroof, albeit a pop-up. It just wasn’t the same. My later ‘Birds would come from the factory with the power sunroof (all but my ’97). The ’88 5.0L and the ’94 4.6L both had ’em.
As for driving one, the first time was in the early nineties when a woman across the street from me sitting on the porch watching me wash my cars had a sad look on her face. She was pregnant, but always kept her white Volkswagen Rabbit?/Golf? Cabriolet very clean until she was about 6 months along or so.
I offered to wash it for her after I was done with the T-Birds. She perked up and asked me what she could do in return. I asked her to let me drive it after the detailing was done. That’s all I wanted, having never driven one before. Although it was a great drive, and lots of fun, I still felt cheated. You see, it had a roll-bar, and to me, a convertible need to be sans roof. Period. Nothing to break up that line. And I’ll agree with JPC before he even chimes in. If you’re driving with top down, ROLL DOWN ALL THE WINDOWS! That goes for hard tops too, another body style I miss.
The reason I don’t have one: No Garage. Seems to me, I’d be doing a soft top a disservice.
1966 Olds 98. Owned for a while, and a nice car, even if the 425 used a bit of oil. A floaty cruiser and dreamlike with the am radio drifting out tunes from the front and back speakers, even if you had to turn your head sideways for some faux stereo effect! 🙂
My first ride in a convertible was in the mid-sixties. We stopped by my aunt’s house on vacation and she took us out sightseeing in her 1964 Bonneville convertible. I was amazed enough by the convertible and the fact that it also had factory A/C. I remember mentioning something about the A/C in a convertible and she patiently explained that in Texas (where she lived) the summers were usually too hot for much top down driving and most open air cruising took place in the spring and fall. My wife and I have owned four convertibles through the years and have one now (2014 Mustang), and yes, here in the Ohio River valley, most summer days are just too hot to have the top down. However, when the weather and temperature cooperate, there are few things finer in life than slowly cruising on the back roads.
Indeed, a few weeks ago J P Cavanaugh posted a really good comment on a post I made about why I rarely put the top down in the summer:
“I am coming to the conclusion that summer is convertible season for most people. Spring and fall are convertible seasons for people who have actually owned convertibles. 🙂”
My first drive was in my 72 Skylark, rusty as it was. But hey the roof was basically intact and everything worked. $200 because he didn’t have a title and it was last registered in Canada. Used one of the license/title services out of Alabama I believe and $200 and several weeks later I had it titled and licensed in my name in may state. Drove it for about a year before selling it to someone that had the plans and they claimed the skills to fix the rust.
My first ride was in the late Seventies in high school. The convertible was a 1974 Olds 88, white on white on white, which was used to tow a parade float. I was part of the crew in charge of spotting the float trailer and making sure it tracked with the car. The car was already developing rust spots, burning oil, and creaking and groaning its way down the street, but, hey, it was a convertible and we were in a parade!
Driving a convertible for the first time occurred in the mid-‘80s in a rented Fox-body Mustang in Miami. Cheesy, low-rent interior, low-powered engine-transmission combo, and no luggage space to speak of, but, hey, it was a convertible and I was in Miami during the winter!
My brother’s circa 1990 Suzuki Samurai (his daily driver in the nineties) and 1977 Jeep CJ7 304 (bought in 2000, he still has it). No true convertibles, but both with a soft top. Close enough, I guess.
Frankly, I don’t like convertibles. My favorite (car) body was, is and will probably always be a 2-door coupe or fastback / liftback.
My first ride was actually a first drive. I test drove a well used 1974 Triumph Spitfire which I bought right after that test drive. I think it was October and it snowed on the way home. I still had the drop down though.
My first car ride ever was coming home from the hospital in my dad’s ’50 Ford convertible, but I don’t remember that. I do remember the 1990 Pontiac Sunbird convertible I rented on Maui that year (yes, even that car was fun).
Does my Sportliner count?
MGB first a friends Dad’s and then we cut school and “stole” my friends girlfriends MGB for a drive to the beach. A couple of years later I got a Bugeye Sprite.
The first was a 1948 Desoto owned by my Father purchased in 1949 or so. Next was a new 1951 Dodge Wayfarer, driven off the showroom floor when I was 5. These were followed by a 1958 Plymouth, a 1960 Dodge Dart, a 1962 Pontiac Catalina, a 1964 Pontiac LeMans, and a 1966 Pontiac Catalina. and finally a 1970 Olds 88.
All were purchased new and kept 4 years. WE lived in NE Ohio, 50 miles South of Cleveland. The garage had french drains and hot water, so the cars were washed very frequently, by me, 12 months of the year.
I have owned 14 or so, mostly British. I live in SW Florida, and have 2 Acura MDX’s. I am kinda looking for another Jag. Convertible season here starts right about now.
First ride and drive in a convertible was in my brother’s 1979 MG MGB. Spent more time working on it than actually driving it! Interestingly enough, when he sold it in California the guy that bought it shipped it to England!
I had to think about it. I have had a Miata for 6 years now, but never thought much about first ride or drive.
First ride – a friend had a 90s Le Baron convertible. First drive, my Miata.
My favorite ride is in the late evening/early morning hours, coming home from a night out in Tampa, driving over the Sunshine Skyway Bridge with the top down, taking in the stars and salt air.
My first ride in a convertible would have been my friend’s mother’s Triumph TR-3, which later inspired me to buy my own Triumph.
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That didn’t work out well, but Mrs DougD had her first ride in our 2007 Mustang last week and after 5 minutes she said “I LIKE this car!”
You’ll have to do a post with some pictures, Doug. I am looking forward to seeing the new (to you) pony. ;o)
First convertible ride (which has warped me for life) 1958 Lancia Aurelia B24 at about age 12. Nothing has ever been the same
The first convertible I rode in as a passenger was in a 2010 Mustang convertible. My mom got it as a rental from Enterprise on New Year’s Eve after I slid on ice during a snowstorm and into a curbstone, blowing out a tire and cracking the rim of her car I was driving in the process. Nothing like having a scary mishap due to winter weather and the rental company giving you a rear-wheel drive soft-top in a snowstorm. Needless to say we never put the top down.
The first convertible I actually drove was when I started working at MINI. It was this 2015 Cooper Roadster 2-seater. I’ve driven numerous convertibles since, Audi, BMW, MINI, Ford, Mercedes. My favorite was the 2015 Yas Marina Blue M4 I got to take on a 4-hour road trip!
Thinking back, I’m surprised it was a ’92 LeBaron. Back seat passenger. I couldn’t hear anything above 45 mph. Was not a fan. Then I nearly bought a ’95 Celica convertible. I resisted and got a GT coupe instead (not the liftback). I understand the appeal, but Minnesota really limits you to 5 months, tops, of enjoyment, along with 3 months of hell. Not worth it…
My sisters freind had a 1963 Pontiac Bonneville. I always got stuck in the back seat but hey, who cares. It was a 63 Bonneville convertible. It was dark blue and gorgeous.
I think my first ride in a convertible was in Havana, Cuba, just a few years ago, in a 1957 Buick Special. I was 35 at the time. I don’t have any memories of riding in convertibles prior to that and I’m pretty sure I would remember if I had.
But now I own a convertible. Back in March, possibly in the early stages of a mid life crisis, I went out and bought a brand new
MiataMX-5. I love it, in spite of how completely impractical it is.First ride in a convertible was some sort of 1953 Buick (I doubt that it was a Skylark). This belonged to a family friend/neighbor down the block and he took the kids for ice cream in the car. The rides would have been in the mid-50s. Later the car hit a deer on a hunting trip to Wisconsin. The (totaled) car was in the neighbor’s driveway for a short while. I don’t remember what replaced it.
First convertible owned/driven (and first car owned): 1958 TR-3. Purchased in spring 1967 by me as a 16 year old with an after school/weekend job.
Not sure about my first ride, but it would have been before I was ten as my Dad had a VW convert for a while. My first drive would have been my wife’s ’77 MGB (at that point we were still dating).
Some years ago, my nephew came out to visit us for a week, and I suggested we take a drive around in my wife’s Miata. He wasn’t a car guy, so he sneered at the idea of riding around in “that little car.”
I just smiled and ushered him into the passenger’s seat, then dropped the top and took him on a quick tour of LA along the coast. As we cruised along, I said “Ya know, you see quite a bit more of the world in a convertible.”
On our next trip out, he asked “Hey, do you think we can take the Miata?”
I was 11 in 1974 and my sister (nine years older) and her husband had a yellow Super Beetle convertible. So that was the first I remember riding in. Now I ride top down all the time since my carpool buddy has a ’98 Mustang drop-top. It’s 74 miles round trip through lots of Maine scenery: mountains, lakes, rivers, farms, small towns.
Scenery in Bucksport, my hometown. My commute passes this view.
First convertible ride was in a red and black ’56 Mercury Custom with an aftermarket set of ‘gunsight’ taillights on the rear fenders. It belonged to a family relative who kept it for years. I was probably eight or nine at the time 1959-’60, was fun until the sunset and it became uncomfortably breezy and cool. Regardless, I pined for a Lincoln Continental four door convertible throughout the 1960’s, crestfallen when the model disappeared.
A particularly spoiled friend of mine was given a 1983 Mustang GLX Convertible when she turned 16 (back in 1983) We put some serious mileage on that car in our native Los Angeles. I always enjoyed that car and she let me drive it often. I bought my own convertible in 1999. A ’99 VW Cabrio. It didn’t offer the same experience IMO and I ony kept it a short while. For my 50th I bought my own mint 1983 Mustang GLX convertible. I love it.
Oh man, my first and only experience driving a convertible was borrowing my friend’s 89 Mustang 4-cylinder automatic, and it was hot garbage. It was slow, the transmission sucked away too much of that 88hp, it was slow, the suspension didn’t do much, it was slow, the top made a lot of noise when it was up, it was slow, and I felt like I was going to die merging onto the freeway. Did I mention it was slow?
I drove one for three years,and yes it was slow. But I never got a ticket in it, and on a cost per mile basis, it may have been the cheapest
anvilcar I ever owned.My first ride in a convertible was in maybe 1963 or 64. One of my father’s bosses needed to use his company station wagon for the weekend and Dad got to bring home a yellow 62 Buick convertible in its place. I remember getting into the back seat for a ride. It was longer than they were used to parking in the garage and the back bumper got caught as the electric garage door tried to open (yes, we had an electric garage door).
The back of the car bobbed up and back down every time the door tried to raise and then gave up. Dad had to start the car with the door closed to move it forward. My mother did not like that one little bit, she was convinced we were going to die of carbon monoxide.
My first drive was in the 1967 Ford Galaxie 500 convertible I bought in February of 1977. It was a cold, cloudy winter day but I didn’t care – the top went down as soon as I got around the corner from the seller’s house.
I tried to post a reply earlier but WordPress said I was commenting too quickly (huh?) and it disappeared, not even in the spam folder as far as I could tell. But a few hours corrected one memory, so here goes in abridged version.
– First ride: a mid-50’s fishtail Cadillac, a ride home from 2nd or 3rd grade in 1962 or 1963. It was white, and I remember being disappointed by the crude folding top hardware visible inside the C pillars which were right next to my head. The other thing I remember was the mom giving me one of those sugary drinks that came in a little wax bottle. I wasn’t quite sure what to do (we didn’t have those at our house!) so I bit off the wax top and swallowed it. It was purple, very sweet, and had even less grape flavor than a grape Fanta. Both the wax and the contents were yucky.
– First drive: an Alfa 1600 Spyder that belonged to a high school friend’s dad, in 1972. With 12-18 months of that, I’d also had brief forays behind the wheel in a Spitfire, an MGB, a Mustang, a 914 2.0 (nice car) and a Lotus Elan.
– Only one owned: 1974 Alf 2000 Spyder, for a short time in 1986.
– Last one driven: an NA Miata a few years ago, as a possible 2nd car.
Never been in one.
Pete, if you ever get to the States, one of us will have to help you check that off of your bucket list!
An older cousin had a new 59 Olds convertible, white on white with red interior. She gave me and another cousin, both of us nine year old car guys, a ride with the top down in late autumn Midwest; we were bundled up against the cold with the heater on. We encouraged her to go faster so we could watch the ribbon speedometer change colors. Gorgeous, sleek car, a great improvement over the chrome-slathered 58 model.
IIRC my very first ride in a convertible, top up, was in a new red 1953 Nash Healey that my Dad brought home from the dealership where he was working. I was just three or so, hence the experience is a dim memory, but one of many that turned me into a car nut like Dad. BTW he owned this 1940 De Soto convertible at the end of WWII. I have dozens of pictures of it, his favorite car. Sold before I was born but boy do I remember the stories, made real by all the pictures. I’ve never owned a convertible unless you count a 300ZX Turbo with T-tops.
I was housesitting for an older gentleman I worked with when I was about 23 in 1990. I had to take care of a strange little dog named Spike. But along with the arrangement I could drive his red 87 LeBaron Turbo convertible throughout my stay. It was a power top, could get out of its own way and it was in the middle of May so good convertible weather. I remember being a little worried that I would get into an accident with it so if I didn’t drive as much as I could have or should have that week. But I did enjoy it. I still miss my 1999 Miata I drove from 2013 to 2017 in the summer. Owning a convertible is awesome especially in a state where we don’t get but 5-6 of really good weather. Helps get you through the winter.
First ride was in my Uncle’s ’64 Wildcat, and my Aunt’s Triumph Herald. First owned convertible was my ’73 Eldorado in 1999.
Aunt and uncle bought a 1964 Mercury Park Lane in 1968. Black with a read interior. Rode around in it until they sold it in 1972.
First one I drove was as a newly licensed teenager in the early 80’s.
Dad’s summer toy, a 1967 Ford xl500. He got rid of it after it blew several motors.
He thought there was something off about the car. The only thing that was off was the teenage jackass behind the wheel.😎
I remember riding in my Uncle’s orange Super Beetle convertible when I was 13 or 14. Don’t remember too much more, other than how slow the car was.
I’ve COALed about it multiple times, but I love convertibles: My current one is a 2006 Mercedes Benz SLK. To those who have never driven a convertible, you really owe it to yourself to try it at least once in your life.
First ride, I don’t remember.
First drive, my dad’s 1961 Buick Invicta, for my driving test. Quite different than the drivers ed 1960 Chevy Biscane 4 door sedan, 6, 3 on the tree.
Dad replaced it with a 1962 Buick Electra 225 convertible, quite a styling barge, but great for homecoming for the fraternity sweetheart.
Dave
Probably 1960. A student was visiting one of the profs who lived in our neighborhood, and he was driving an Austin Healey. I jumped in the back and begged him for a ride, so he obliged with a trip around the block.
Later I owned a ’52 Morris convertible, which was fun for a little while until it totally collapsed from rust.
A ‘68 Camaro Convertible on a warm summers evening on Martha’s Vineyard when I visited the US with my family in 1981. I was 5 years old but some things you never forget.
’60 Ford Sunliner in about 1965.
In the late 1960’s my Uncle bought a six cylinder Austin Healey, and offered us a ride. My older brother rode in front and I was wedged in the tiny “backseat.” Pretty neat, but little sports cars never made much of an impression on me. My first convertible was my ’64 Cadillac, which I bought after high school. Two convertibles in my garage at the moment, a ’96 Mustang to drive, and an ’89 Jag to work on.
First convertible I ever drove was a Jensen Interceptor.
August 1953. I’ve just turned three years old the previous month. Dad brought home the first 1953 Corvette the dealership got, gave mom a ride in it, gave me a ride in it, and then traded it off to Grabiak Motors in New Alexandria, PA for two BelAir hardtops.
That’s my earliest memory as a child. The ride. The rest of the details dad told me a few years later.
Next ride was in dad’s 1960 Impala, which he ordered at my request.
First convertible I owned was my 2006 Pontiac Solstice. Which I never should have traded my ’88 Porsche 924S on. Huge, huge, huge mistake.
It was followed by my 2012 Fiat 500c Abarth, which was a much more successful proposition.
The dearth of convertibles over that period of time is because they just can’t compete with motorcycles.
My first ride was in 1977 at my cousins graduation party.
She gave me a ride in her 1968 impala convertible. I remember it was a warm summer night in old Tappan new jersey
My Uncle Don drove up from New Orleans to visit us in the mid-70s, driving a beautiful gold colored Olds Cutlass convertible of the ‘68 to ‘72 vintage. I always thought convertibles looked like they’d be fun, and 8 or 9 year old me BEGGED him to lower the top and drive me around the block, which he did. My dad admonished me for “bothering” my uncle to take me for a ride, but Uncle Don was all too pleased to oblige.
Like Eric, I also grew up in the convertible dark ages, so I was in my mid-20s before I bought my first car with a sunroof, and nearly 40 before I owned my first convertible. I’ve never looked back, and hope to always own one.
The parts that came off the test-drive Alfa! Incredible. Eric, it was a shame that your Alfa dream had to be deflated in that manner.
My first convertible ride was probably in my Aunt Joanna’s c. 1989 Chrysler LeBaron (in Claret Red, with a black top, IIRC). It was a really classy-looking car and I thought it fit her perfectly.
My first convertible *drive* was in my brother’s ’81 Rabbit convertible. That thing was a lot of fun – very responsive, and I remember the top being very easy to operate.
Great post, pictures and QOTD topic.
Summer of ’82, my Uncle Bob and Aunt Sue’s 1974 Pontiac Grand Ville. I was 8. We went to the beach, I got sunburned.
First ride in a convertible would be sometime in the late ’70s. A friend in Elementary School had an older brother with a ’69 or ’70 Olds 88. I don’t remember where we were going, but it was winter so the top stayed up.
First top down ride would be a friend’s ’68 Cutlass in High School, so 1986 or so.
First drive in a convertible was July 13 2002. A not at all serious, spur of the moment test-drive of a ’65 Chrysler which I bought 2 days later and still have.
My first ragtop ride was a ’63 Monza Spyder that a guy let me take home for the weekend..it was 1974 I believe.
I liked it so much I acquired an abandoned 1965 Monza to restore. I Installed new carpets, heated Volvo bucket seats, a new top and a fresh gunmetal grey paint job…and drive the wheels off it for the next 5 years…I still miss that car.