You know, if I will ever, and I mean... ahem... EVER ride in a convertible anywhere but in an exotic location, a 2+1/2 seats one won't cut it. First of all, I rarely drive my own cars, I'm usually... ahem... chauffeured in them. Even my platinum-plated Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe has enough room for me and my... ahem... two homosexual Great Danes in the rear.
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