Volkswagen Stories by BOBB readers: Peter, Alastair, Richard, Katie, & Cathe
Peter’s Volkswagen story I’m a certified VW fan-for-life. I’ve had 13 VWs – three of which were Bugs. I think my Volkswagen love affair began when my parents brought me home in a square-back VW name Monk.
I bought my first VW from my roommate for $50 – I drove it for 2 years, and then gave it to my sister who had it for another three. The only think I had to do to it was add a front bumper to pass Vermont inspection. I didn’t have money for an actual VW bumper, so I bolted a 2 x 8 to the front. Apparently they aren’t very strict about what constitutes a bumper in VT.
The next Bug I purchase at the Coliseum Flea Market in Oakland for $300. It was a pristine ’73 Super Beetle in a very yellow, yellow. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that buying cars at a flea market might not be the best idea. The guy who sold it was not the guy who owned it. This make registration tricky … I drove it for about a year before the engine blew.
My final Bug was a ’68 that a friend gave me. I had planed to build a Baja rig out of it, however, after leaving it a Todd’s warehouse for a while, it was stolen. Todd later found it by Kelly’s Mission Rock – back when it was a less savory place. We went to get it and found two guys underneath with wrenches, scavenging bits and pieces. I asked if they getting any good stuff off “my” car. The made them nervous and the stared apologizing and stammering. So much of the car was already missing that we let them continue. I pulled the plate and the VIN badge and we left.
Always loved the Bugs – Terrific in the VT snow and so simple.
Alastair’s Volkswagen story – I never had a VW, but I always wanted one. It would’ve been black.
Richard’s Volkswagen story – I’m guessing just about everyone who was a teener in the 60′s and 70′s has a VW story, many of them love/hate.
When I was 16 I played a practical joke on a friend and rolled his VW Bug around the corner and parked facing down a hill. What I didn’t know was that the parking brake wasn’t actually working. The Bug later slipped loose and smashed into a giant Chrysler. I spent the rest of the summer painting houses to reimburse my friend. Ouch. I have section in my store of VW replicas, vans and bugs, which jogs the memory of many customers, and they share their stories, and I would have to say in the collective VW consciousness, there is more Love.
Katie‘s Volkswagen story – My first car was a blue ’68 Bug. My dad brought it home in 1976 and told me “you owe me $900″. He was not into collaborative decision-making. I barely knew how to shift and avoided hills and stops as much as possible in the beginning. I had that car for about ten years. It caught on fire TWICE. The fuel line to the carburetor would rattle loose and poor gas on the engine. Poof! It had a big black spot on the engine compartment so she became known as SPOT.
On a vacation she broke down one night on the free road. We hitchhiked into town and came back the next day to find her stripped down to the axles. They even stole my 8-track player. Luckily my friend’s mom had a Volkswagen. We ran home, took her tires and wheels off, ran back, put them on mine and towed her home. Put his mom’s tires back on her car and she probably never knew. Eventually I sold Spot to a VW guy who made her into a Baja Bug. Wonder when she is now?
Cathe’s Volkswagen story – My boyfriend had a VW Bug for over 16 years until someone at the bank (where he parked), had issues and slammed his transmission into reverse, roared back and demolished it. He would still have the Volkswagen if that had not happened.
photo by shinazy
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