I drove around in a Volkswagen Rabbit I shared with one of my roommates, and it didn't have a roof. It doesn't rain much in L.A., but when it did, it was utterly miserable.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The roof might fall in; anything could happen.
I used to be a hot-tar roofer. Yeah, I remember that... day.
Every time I was driving on the L.A. freeway in a small car, it was very unnerving for me. One time I rented an SUV, and it just changed my whole perspective of driving, and I was converted to SUVs from that day on.
My dad was a roofer when I was young. I believe he owned his own roofing company in Florida. And then he fell through a roof, broke his back. Permanently. I mean, he's not paralyzed or anything, but he's had to deal with pain for all of his life since then.
When my car broke down in L.A., nobody stopped. They just kept whizzing by.
The Paris peace talks kept a roof over my head and food on the table and clothes on my back because if something was said going in or coming out, I had the rent for the month.
I drove across country in my yellow 1970 VW bug (which I drove until 1986) to Los Angeles, having had enough cold weather in 5 years in Ann Arbor, and found a job within a few days.
I live in a Mobile Home - I've never had a house, except once; I rented a log cabin.
It doesn't rain at all in California. Once a month, a man drives through spraying Evian.
I took a Ferrari under the 405 freeway. We took rent-a-cars through the desert. That was fun.