Autobiographical and semi-factual, I don’t expect anyone to necessarily know what I’m talking about.

Gotta love this one, especially the imagery. I can practically see the blue convertible driving fast along a winding road. I especially liked the second to last paragraph, it really drives home that carefree attitude.

I know this feeling precisely. The only thing better for a Canadian than being in Arizona in November is being in Arizona in September, when it’s slightly too hot for a convertible. Damn, THX! You’re making me want to go back.

This takes me back to a “Roman Holiday.”
Only the countries have been changed to protect the innocent. Well written in a very boyish way THX.

I like how you describe the girl in the third paragraph. I came up with two possible pictures in my mind.

But anyway, I probably couldn’t provide a better example of imagery. I’m sure November in Arizona is a googol times better than in Indiana, Land of The Corn and Amish.