Here's Mitt with Anne and some of the grandkids looking very presidential I'd say. Just doing what regular folks do on a Sunday, take a drive in the vintage convertible. Well, at least there's no roof to strap the dog to. (BTW, this photo comes from Romney Central, my favorite source for Romney fluff.)
Why is it that, in photographs, Romney always seems to be doing whatever he is doing for the very first time--and is secretly terrified he's doing it wrong? Contrast Mitt above to this shot of FDR in his touring car, specially built with hand controls so that he could drive it himself. Two very, very rich men. Big difference, eh?