SNAPPED: Top down ‘til they take me down, The legend of Gary Roofless

Gary Roofless—convertible purist, seasonal denialist, and self-appointed ambassador of perpetual summer. Photo: TownLift // Michele Roepke

SUMMIT COUNTY, Utah — Spotted this morning on a soggy stretch of I-80 in Summit County, in the very heart of a late-season snowstorm, a lone warrior surged defiantly through the slush. While the rest of us submitted to the tyranny of April flakes and windshield wipers, he refused to bow.

He, is Gary Roofless—convertible purist, seasonal denialist, and self-appointed ambassador of perpetual summer.

Gary, perched proudly in his 2003 Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder—top down, windows open, heat off—had one goal: to remind Mother Nature she does not control the calendar, he does.

Gary’s ride wasn’t just a car. It was a statement. A declaration that said, “I paid for this soft-top, and by the salt-and-sand of the Utah Department of Transportation, I will use it—even if I lose circulation in both ears.”