"There are probably few things in the world more pointless than a 190-mph convertible. Even if you could find somewhere to go 190 mph, driving one with the roof down at that speed would be like sticking your head in the dyno room at General Electric while the boys are bench testing an F/A-18 jet engine. On full afterburner.
Convertibles, of course, are for being seen in, mobile fashion statements that usually do their best work nailing the primo parking spot on the forecourt of the nearest Ritz-Carlton. But mooching around Beverly Hills or South Beach strapped into a convertible with $15,364 worth of race-tuned carbon-ceramic brakes underfoot, or 513 horsepower of autobahn-hungry V-10 growling quietly at your shoulder blades, seems, ahhh, a slight waste of engineering."
The years old rivalry refreshes with the top down ;).
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