Have you ever seen someone do something so bizarre it defies all normal comprehension? Your brain grinds to a halt trying to figure out the thought process which lead to this stupefying display. Well, it just happened to me and my brain still hurts:

I just got back from a fantastic road trip around California. My wife and I took my 300zx and blasted along the Pacific Coast Highway. Then we crossed the state and darted through the mountains. The kind of trip which reminds me why I love living in Southern California. I even love the strangeness.

It was 103 outside as we headed south on 395. We were singing the praises of our air conditioner as we enjoyed the long stretch of blacktop and the occasional sweeper. And in the distance I saw a white 350z. A convertible. With the top down.

We got closer and closer. (It wasn’t me really, my Z car loves to go fast) The Sun was apparently trying to prove something by beating down so hard that the road didn’t end, it just faded into a watery mirage up ahead. And as I pulled alongside this convertible I rechecked my outside temp readout to make sure I’m wasn’t crazy. It was now 104 degrees.
My first question was “Why have the top down when it’s this hot?” but it was atom-bombed out of my head. Because I saw this:

Now, I’ll give you a minute.

Now, Here it is closer.

I have no idea the age, creed, or sex of the person behind the bag. But if you’re thinking only a couple of stubborn drunk males would do this, please note that there’s a woman driving.

And yes, that’s a box on her head. It looks like the one she got from last night’s leftovers.

What series of events ends up with two people driving a convertible through triple digit heat with paper products on their noggins? No one was video taping this or holding a kitten over a flame unless they complied. No Ashton Kutcher or Candid anything. We passed them all alone. They made no acknowledgement of us or our picture taking.

The 350z isn’t an ugly car, so it’s hardly worth covering your face in shame.

It does come with a top, so it’s not like a Cobra which doesn’t give you the option.

The top might be broken, sure. And I don’t blame people for wanting protection from the sun.

Yet this stretch of the 395 goes through a small town every twenty minutes. The kind of no stoplight ‘burgs which will gladly sell you foam trucker hats and sun visors with fishing hooks in them.

But these two would rather take the “paper or plastic” debate to a whole new arena.
I’m still baffled. Every time I think of it I end up stumped.

At least I have pictures to prove it, otherwise I’d start to think it was imagined.
Oh, and I couldn’t share it with you.

So even though I thought I’d never have to say this…   “People, don’t wear paper products on your heads while driving.”   There.  This Awarning is also a public service.

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