Romanticized misery?
My first roadsters was a Datsun 2000. It was a 1970, sold at the same time the 240z. It came with a tonneau cover and I promptly removed the folding top. I was "all in" as they say in Texas Hold 'Em". This was less dicey than it sounds. I was living in San Jose and there is a long dry season, so I was optimistic, but ultimately mistaken. My paramour and I headed to Laguna Sega for a race weekend that I had high hopes for cementing my relationship with her. I was punching above my weight class. This was an XKE, or 911 woman. The weather turned bad once we arrived on Route 1. It rained so hard we had to stop and she was wet, cold, and sullen. By the time it stopped raining, there was so much water in the car I had to open the floor drains after pulling out the carpet. With the top missing there was plenty of space!
The weather finally cleared into a glorious sunny weekend, but she got badly sunburned at the track. I knew by then that she was done with me.
The top remained in storage, and I began using my sedan for dating.
Best regards
Pete