One Day in San Franciso, This Happened…
I see the red start to appear in the distance as we curve around a bend in the road and I immediately pull my scarf around me tighter. I then lean forward and turn up the heat of the convertible.
When my fiancé, Tom, rented a convertible for our Napa weekend getaway he kept it as a surprise for me upon landing in SFO. I was thrilled with the surprise and as we stood at the car rental counter, thoughts filled my head of a romantic drive ambling through the twists and turns of wine country while the sun beat down on us from above and picturesque vines and hills filled the scenery around us, the light wind whipping through my hair with the musky cent of farmland.
Unfortunately, the weather had other plans. Wet, cold ones.
Tom and I didn’t let that sway us though and pulled on hats and coats, heat blaring, while we drove around different Napa wineries. As long as the rain subsided, we kept the top down. That lasted through Sonoma and back to the airport and we are now about to drive onto San Francisco’s most famous landmark: the Golden Gate Bridge. I’ve driven over this bridge many times, but never in a convertible.
Above me, red beams loom as we whiz under each tower section of the bridge.
In the convertible, the ambiance of the bridge is different from how I’ve experienced it before and I revel in the unobstructed views and almost forget about the cold wind whipping through the car.