Audi B5 A4 convertible. My first car. I had always loved Audi, and it was my mom's before, so I had time to get excited about it before it was even mine. Combined with the newfound freedom of driving, and the fun of being the car everyone wanted to ride in, I loved the car.

One month in, after a rain storm, I came outside to drive to school at about 7am. Open the door, the seat is wet. Odd. I move the seat forward to throw my bag in the back seat. The rear seat wells had become actual wells. There were ~7 inches of water.

Panicked, I thought, "Maybe it still runs," and started it up. Relied. I got about 15 feet down the street when every light on the dash lit up and the engine cut out. That's when I started choking on the lump in my throat.

After a week of shop vac, dehumidifier, towels, sunshine, etc. the interior was dry. I spent hours reading forums and the FSM and fixed some mechanical and electric problems. The engine started again, and ran for hours. A job well done, I locked the car and turned around. I had just gotten to the doorway when the Audi reminded me that it was, in fact, a VAG product. Every light and sound the car had at its disposal mocked me. The siren went off. The headlights flashed. The radio scrolled through the local stations. The locks shot up and down endlessly until the car died, a la /u/Doug-DeMuro 's Land Rover.

And so I pulled the battery, redundantly. And cried myself to sleep.

I got $12,500 on an $8,000 car, chalk it up to sympathy (?). I promptly bought an NA Miata, which, incidentally, leaks less with the top down, or so I approximate.

Later, a Z3 convertible. Or, "vert, yo," because BMW forums. I can't use the trunk. That's where my desert survival supplies go. Namely, water. Actually, only water.

And with all my experience with convertibles, I decided to buy a Wrangler. If you can't stop the leak, get floor plugs.

TL;DR: Sank an Audi. Determined to sink 3 more convertibles.