I’ll admit it: The main reason I accepted Uncle Josh’s offer to go fishing was so I could ride in his cool red convertible. That would probably seem really shallow to most people, but if you saw how awesome his car was, then you would completely understand why I thought that.
Sitting in Uncle Josh’s convertible, I couldn’t get over how comfortable the leather seating was. It was better than the seating of Dad’s blue truck or Mom’s old yellow sedan. It conformed to my body shape for extra comfort and even had vents in the seat for cooling down or heating up the seat, depending on what you wanted. Uncle Josh spent five minutes alone showing me all of the cool extra features it had, and that was before he turned on the engine and sent us zipping through the streets of Rumsfeld to Lake Don, w
