Franc, thanks for "joggin" my memory. One of the best times I ever had driving a roadster with the top down was back in 1968, sometime around Thanksgiving.
My everyday car (and my first car) a 1963 Dodge convertible wouldn't start. Me and two of my friends were planning on going to a party that was across town and the only other way we could get there was to drive my red 1960 MGA roadster, with the top down because that was the only way all 3 of us could ever fit in it.
It was a "brisk" 38 degrees, a clear crisp night, and we all had fleece lined suede jackets on. (what can I say, I was 17 and it was the style back then) So we really weren't that cold. Needless to say, the old MG's heater was all but nonexistant.
Well, we ventured out, but along the way we got distracted and started to simply enjoy the ride more than the prospect of the eventual destination. We spent the rest of the night cruising around, tearing down twisty country roads, doing some "field runnin" (off roading in todays venacular), and generally being stupid and having a blast.
Why is youth wasted on the young?