I still can't believe we did it.
Before we went to Hawaii, knowing we'd be staying in Honolulu and the highly commercialized Waikiki district, I decided that I'd rent a car and get out into the real Hawaii. However, after experiencing Honolulu traffic just getting to the hotel from the airport, that plan went right out the window. However, the desire to make sure we got to see what we really ought to see when you visit Hawaii overcame our fears, and Kristen and I went to the car rental just to see what was available.
A very helpful agent talked us all around a map of the island, circling must-do's and sharing tips about the direction of traffic at certain times of day. We decided to go for it. There was one car left; we were lucky since we hadn't planned ahead properly. But it wasn't just any car ... you guessed it.. It was a red Camaro convertible.
Kristin and I took one look at each other and BUSTED out laughing. It was just so ridiculous. Between gasps for breath I squeaked out, "I'm from the Midwest!" and a few minutes later I managed "But I drive a minivan!" The rental agents weren't phased; apparently this type of reaction is common. We both agreed our husbands would be totally geeked out that their wives were in Hawaii all by ourselves, driving their high school dream car.
When we finished clutching each other's arm and whispering "Oh my WORD, I can't believe we're doing this," we squeezed our tote bags with sunscreen and swim suits into the miniscule back seat and folded ourselves down into the car. I think I was approximately four inches off the pavement.
Took us a few minutes to figure out how to put the top down. In retrospect, practicing how to put it back up would have also been a smart thing. Then I spent a manic few moments compulsively adjusting seat belt, mirrors, seat height, etc. Then we pulled out into Honolulu traffic.
Kristin proved an adept navigator and before long (whew!) we were on the freeway. First things first, however; time for selfies. And yes, before we left I changed my hot pink striped shirt so I wouldn't clash with the car. That's a scrapbooker for ya.
Me driving "Cammie." I got rather attached. I may have petted her. It was hard giving her up at the end of the day. My only regret is that there isn't anywhere you can really open her up. I could tell she wanted to go FAST.
As soon as we got out of Honolulu, the trip was pure fun. It drizzled several times during the day, so we wound up getting lots of practice getting the lid up and down in a hurry. I also mention that so you will know that there were extenuating circumstances with my hair in these photos.
We had the best day. We stopped at the Dole pineapple plantation for Dole Whip...
...experienced incredible palm-lined vistas...
...ate wherever we pleased from the famous shrimp trucks on the North Shore....
Did a little whale-watching out by Rabbit Island (without luck)...
... rounded the southerly bend of Koko Head to visit the Halona Blowhole...
...enjoying spectacular ocean views as we wended our way back to Waikiki.
Unexpected souvenir: a rather hilarious sunburn in a straight line across my forehead and down the length of my part. Well, it WAS funny, until it peeled, anyway.
With regret we parted ways with Cammie in the parking garage that evening. I'm SO glad we conquered our fears and went out and did this thing that intimidated us. We had SUCH a good time, one I will remember as long as I live. It was another in a long line of blessings presented by the opportunities of Stampin' Up in my life.
And now I no longer say something is a "Red Letter Day" as a benchmark for a big honky personal achievement. It's "Red Convertible Day" from here on out.