Vacationers are always in a positive frame of mind when they step off the airport shuttle and onto a rental car lot, especially if they’ve left cold, gray, wet weather for a sunny, tropical locale, and there’s a convertible waiting for a week’s worth of adventure. While standing in line for their turn to talk to an agent, the vacationers scan the lot, wondering what they’ll get. The red Mustang? The black Camaro? The jaunty yellow Jeep?
“We’ve got a nice gray Chrysler 200 Convertible for you, in slot 2A.”
The vacationers don’t care as long as the top goes down. As an added bonus, the Chrysler has a fairly sizeable trunk and decent room in the back seat for hauling luggage to the hotel. In go the bags, down goes the top, up go the tunes. After riding in an aluminum tube for hours, the vacationers don’t even notice how the Chrysler’s front seats resemble a park bench.
Chrysler might not like it, but its probably a good thing that so many 200 Convertibles end up parked in rental car lots, waiting for vacationers to put the top down and smile for miles. Vacations are naturally filled with happy memories of days spent lollygagging in leisure, phones turned off, desks and supervisors in a different time zone, and driving rented Chrysler 200 Convertibles beneath gently swaying palm trees and along coastal roads. As a result, recollections of the car are likely artificially skewed toward the positive.
I hadn’t been on a vacation in awhile, so I borrowed a Chrysler 200 Convertible and drove it up California’s Pacific Coast Highway from Los Angeles International Airport to Malibu and points north on a warm, sunny day at the end of an unseasonably cold, wet, and windy week. But before we get to my impressions, some housekeeping is in order.