As someone about to get rid of a modern two-seater convertible in favour of a baby mobile, I feel quite teary when reading some of these posts. I completely sympathise with the 'quite uncomfortable' look that some people have, but it completely depends on the type of car, not the convertible-ness of it. When I used to have a Nissan Figaro, which was a semi open-top, I never feared the kebab issue, and could never see 'twat' in people's expressions when I drop by, just a gentle smile. In the BMW we've just had, however, I do feel slightly shame faced, but only in London. Here's my favourite convertible moments (they make it worth it for me): Driving down to the south coast in the summer, away from a grey day in London, and getting stuck behind a tractor on a single-lane road just as we hit the new forest. At which point the sun broke through from behind the clouds, we put the roof down, you could smell the trees, feel the early summer sun on your face, and suddenly all was right with the world.... Being a passenger when driving around London (preferably on a Sunday morning, preferably a nice day) - putting your head back and look up rather than ahead of you as you drive around with the roof down. Crossing Tower Bridge is a particular favourite, but there's loads of bits of London that take on a whole new light at that angle. I'd recommend you try it just once.