Only Dan Neil would begin a review of the Toyota Camry Solara convertible with:
I am a white man. Ethnically Caucasian, yes, but the term hardly does justice to my tragic lack of melanin. In God’s Sherwin-Williams paint-chip display, I am in the upper left-hand corner, between Easter Lily and Eyeless Abysmal Sea Creature.
I’m Powder.
At 44, I am also a member of the last generation to have sunbathed without a full appreciation of the possible consequences, which include premature aging and premature death, which is worse. Today’s sun worshippers head to the beach or pool well equipped with sunblock, hats and moisturizers. When I was in college the only thing we took was a Quaalude.
And so, the clock is ticking. When will I start to sprout festive bits of runaway tissue on my lip or ear or schnozzle? Or worse. I did a lot of skinny dipping back when I was a lad. Wouldn’t that be a priceless bit of poetic justice?
Read Dan Neil from the Los Angeles Times.
BTW Neil does mention the importance of sun screen when that convertible top is down or the sun roof is open.