
It happens every year, that day when I reluctantly zip the windows in my Wrangler's top for what I know will be the last time. I try to make it as far into fall as I can in New Hampshire's ever changing weather, not wanting to give up that freedom you feel with the top of but once the rain starts turning to snow it's time to concede to nature.
Then it comes, usually in "February Thaw" time, when nature teases us with a glimpse of spring by means of a few 45 degree days. That's all a New England Jeeper needs, the mercury to touch 40's and the sun to shine. The tops go down and it's time to enjoy the fresh air and wind in our faces. But those few day, a week if we're lucky pass all to quickly and it's back to closing it in.
But then, it's March and that ever magical month of April is just around the bend, days on end in the 40's and 50's, sure it's cold at night but you know tomorrow will be warm again so, barring an evening rain or flurry, the top stays down. On those wet days when the top is up, you better believe those rear windows are staying out, and they'll be that way until November. Sure it might mean looking a little foolish when caught in the occasional April snow flurry but I don't care.
It might not be nice to fool Mother Nature, but it feels good to stick it to her once in a while.




