Ever since I was a little mademoiselle in my teens I used to dream about driving a little convertible. Something small enough to squeeze through traffic but at the same time get the attention of guys. Well, after I grew up I realized my physique is more than enough to attract members of the opposite sex, but the little convertible still kept its place on my four wheeled wish list.
So it happens that the BMW 120i Cabrio might as well be the perfect car for me to go mall cruising with my posse of girlfriends in the summer. The only quarrel I have with it is the color. Why did it have to be black? You can't even tell its highly-touted "flame surfacing" lines in this color.
My ex-boyfriend had a blue BMW so I got the whole "Chris Bangle is my hero!" from him, by the way. He used to brag about how those origami-like creases all over his car were God's gift to automobiles and that before Bangle there wasn't any true good-looking BMW. Once I accidentally spilled a cafe-latte on his Nappa leather seats and in his view, that was a pretty darn good reason for us to break up.
He said that his car was his only true love anyway so naturally it was for the better. I can't stand four-wheeled penile extensions. I swore that one day I'd have a better looking BMW - preferably a convertible – only to rub it in his face.
I didn't quite like the fact that - even though it's a cabriolet – it's so hard to drive by a lady. There are three pedals instead of two and they're hard to push all the way down, it's almost impossible to put it into reverse without a prior tutorial and you can barely fit one-hour worth of shopping bags in the luggage compartment.
In other words, if this had been and automatic, had a nicer color (something like Amaranth pink comes to mind) and a slightly bigger trunk it would have been one of my dream cars. Sadly, it didn't have any of those things, so no.