Audi A5 Cabriolet review: A soft top with lots of booty

EARLY one Saturday almost precisely three years ago, I dragged myself out of bed and, shortly after, found myself at a wedding. It turned out to be my own, so having made it all the way to my Leather Anniversary I feel well qualified to dispense sagely advice to those who have yet to bumble down the same cheery path.

First, whomever said that beauty was overrated is obviously a bit leaky in the head gasket. I married purely for beauty and have never once regretted it. Beauty is everything. I say that with the absolute conviction of someone whose wife may be reading his column.

To some degree, the same advice can be applied to your choice of car. Take the new Audi A5 Cabriolet, for instance. If you're able to lay eyes on it without feeling at least a little hot under the collar, there must be a blanket of frost below your belt.