OWNERS of open-top cars are secretly aware that the novelty has worn off.
The drivers admit that their usual fortnight of free-spirited motoring, during which they leave an imaginary trail of jealousy in their wakes, has begun to pall now we’re in the third month of sunshine.
Julian Cook of Bristol said: “Everyone else is going past me with music on, their hair perfectly coiffed, while I’m listening to white noise in a wind tunnel.
“I’m breathing Eddie Stobart’s diesel flatulence and my face is greased up with industrial sun cream like a cross-channel swimmer’s.
“I’m finding it harder to convince myself that other motorists’ ‘wanking’ hand-gestures are entirely motivated by envy.”
