Team Dreams 2K19: Houston Rockets
A List Of All The Convertibles P.J. Tucker Has Driven Topless In, And What He Was Feeling As He Drove Them
1967 Ford Mustang, Robin’s Egg Blue
It wasn’t really warm enough for the top to be down and the tarp to be off, but Tucker just returned from Milan and wanted an All-American experience. He played ‘American Pie’ by Don McLean seven times in a row, gradually increasing the volume with every play, until he blew out the speakers on what became the final play, during the verse about being a teenage bronchin’ buck but it didn’t matter, by then he was crying too hard to drive.
2019 BMW i8, Ghost Silver, Little Bit Spooky
He was topless but had on those pants that go with a 2-piece skeleton costume, where the bones are overlaid on black fabric in white. He felt funny, like he couldn’t wait to pull up on someone and for them to get the joke, but he was driving along the Amalfi Coast and there was nowhere to pull over safely to do the prank.
2004 Ferrari 360 Challenge Stradale, Deep Blue You Could Drown in with an Italian Flag Line Down the Middle of the Hood
This ride was a bit intense, but the kind of intensity you can feel broiling up from what feels like your bones in a slow rise of righteousness. Tucker didn’t want to do anything with the feeling, he only wanted to feel it cook through him. To growl around in the car and know that anybody who looked would search and search, but be unable to find their reflections. He wore a soft, dove grey wool flat brim bolero hat that miraculously didn’t ever budge.
1959 Porsche 356, Rockets Red If Someone Bled on the Jersey
He felt cute. Like cutely transported. He didn’t feel that comfortable, his knees cranked way up around his ribs, but he felt like whistling and so he did. The tune was lost on the breeze but what did he care.
1999 TVR Chimaera 500, A Living Purple, Like If Prince Had Draped His Entire Body Somehow Across The Whole Entire Thing
Uhhhh he felt sexy in this one! He was pursing his lips and ripping around, getting on and off the freeway at different exits he’d never taken before. He honked his horn and did a bunch of winks waiting for the red lights to change, even slowing down a few times so the light ahead of him would switch, because he had such good luck that day the red lights were few and far between. He didn’t want to call anyone because it felt like everyone in the whole entire world was already waiting on the line for him.
2019 Alfa Romeo 4C Spider, A Bumblebee Rolling Around In a Patch of Overgrown Wildflowers, Just Soaked in Pollen Yellow
This one he took to a Houston drive-thru he knew would be especially busy so he could pull into one of the courtesy wait spots. He felt cheeky. He only ordered a Hawaiian Punch but asked for two straws.
1970 Chevy Impala, A Fresh Slice of Key Lime Pie Green/Yellow, Depending on the Light
PJ Tucker got so sleepy in this one he pulled off onto the shoulder of dune-dotted, two-lane highway off the Gulf of Mexico. He put his seat back, took his shirt off and bundled it under his neck for a pillow, and kicked his feet over the driver side door. When he woke up it was raining, a fast sun shower, but someone had brought over a jumbo beach umbrella and opened it up over him and most of the leather interior, soft as the inside of a fawn’s ear and coloured just the same. There was no one else around. He felt the universe take a sigh with him.
