daveconrey
V-Dub
My first car was a 1966 Volkswagen Beetle. It was the ride that took me and all my friends to the beach, to concerts or the occasional ill-advised road trip for distances the "bugaroo" shouldn't have travelled. It spent more time on the side of the road than it did on it, whether from breaking down or being pulled over by the local police, guilty of driving while being young and stupid. The repairs nickel and dimed me to a point where I finally had to sell it for my own sanity, but no matter how much regret I have for that car, I still feel a deep sense of nostalgia for the car and have vowed that one day I will own another one... just in a lot better condition.
V-Dub
My first car was a 1966 Volkswagen Beetle. It was the ride that took me and all my friends to the beach, to concerts or the occasional ill-advised road trip for distances the "bugaroo" shouldn't have travelled. It spent more time on the side of the road than it did on it, whether from breaking down or being pulled over by the local police, guilty of driving while being young and stupid. The repairs nickel and dimed me to a point where I finally had to sell it for my own sanity, but no matter how much regret I have for that car, I still feel a deep sense of nostalgia for the car and have vowed that one day I will own another one... just in a lot better condition.