To experience the full effect of this post, click "play" on the first song in the playlist in the righthand column.
This morning's flight to Tampa was uneventful and allowed me time to get some reading done. I left Indiana at a balmy-for-there 55° and arrived in Tampa two hours later to 81°. The 2009 Sebring I was able to get at a discount is beautiful. At the gate from the car lot I shot my hands into the air with a "Woohoo!" The gatekeeper laughed and raised the arm. Vacation had officially begun. When I left the airport, I had the World's Best Convertible Song—"Jessica" by the Allman Brothers—blasting from the stereo as the sun shone in the west and the wind wreaked havoc with my hair. (Who cares?) The Sebring handles very well, even at 70 mph (yes, the speed limit) with the roof down.
I try always to take the Sunshine Skyway to Sarasota, even though it adds a few minutes to the drive. You can see why:
Just as I hit the rise up the span with the sun reflecting off the water, Jeff Beck's "Bolero" began. Whoa. (You can hear that as the second song on the playlist. Can you feel it?)
I had a wonderful dinner at a little place a block from the house with my parents and my sister, and I leave in the morning for Ft. Lauderdale and the Keys. I'll take you along. Good night.