Jealous

On Sunday afternoon, I found that I was momentarily jealous of the people driving this old-school BMW convertible.

I was jealous because it was the perfect day to own such a car and because this hot little convertible had what appeared to be a rather large inflatable raft sticking out of it.

Wherever these people were headed, it sure looked like they were going to have some fun.

(To be clear, I am generally jealous of anyone who owns any kind of a car because I don't even own a bike.)