Friday coffee run

One of my last days with my sweet convertible.  Larsen and I head to Starbucks on a clear spring morning.  Larsen  rides with a self-satisfied Joe Cool look that says, I know I'm look'n good, here in my convertible with my homey.

Let's roll.

C'mon.  Let's go.

I can smell the coffee from here.

Or maybe it's those dumb squirrels at Blackburn Park. . .

Don't forget the springles on mine.