I would, but I’ve been on the pending list for years...
I would, but I’ve been on the pending list for years...
We used to joke “no it isn’t, it’s a door!”. Funny joke for a 10 year old, I guess.
Fortunately, most of my lengthy road trips have been done in a vintage air-cooled car (the newest being a 1973 VW Thing, Boston to San Francisco). I spend my time listening to the hum of the motor, smoking cigars, and generally just taking my sweet time. I also recommend staying off the interstate, so as to ‘see…
I can hear the creaking plastic interior parts and smell the ass-sweat soaked, cheap leather seats from behind the safety of my IP address... PASS.
Hey Raphael - I was trying to help you out with your starting issue on Instagram yesterday (@fulchismo). Sorry this happened. I’ve found vintage VW ownership has provided me quite the opposite experience. There’s no place I wouldn’t go in my old VeeDubs, and in the 20 years of x-country travels, trips to various…
More like Mercury Villain!
It was during a proper August heat wave in Boston when I parked my ‘95 VW Golf (black, of course) in the long-term parking for a business trip to California. I was running a bit late, and being pre-September 11th, it was no problem to bring a large Dunkin’ Donuts coffee (with cream & sugar) through security.
I have a 2005 Jaguar S-Type as a ‘spare’ car for in-laws and guests to cruise around in, and this same problem has caused problems many times. You’d think they’d have figured out this issue by now. For the Jag, the solution is to drive it more, so the battery is at full capacity so as to have enough power to actuate…
How would I be able to scratch my balls?
I’d vote for Dick Beard in Hyannis, Cape Cod, Massachusetts.
Probably that time I almost bought a used Chevy Beretta GT, and went with the ‘86 VW GTi, instead.
Funny, I’ve never seen a hood popped on any police cars in Death Valley or any surrounding desert lands, where I’ve spent considerable time. Maybe “hot day” is code for: “hot under the collar”?
I was quite fond of my ‘87 Mazda B2200, and also of my dad’s B2600 4x4. I sold the B2200 with 225k on the clock, and it’s still cruising around my home town some 25 years later, albeit a bit worse for the wear. It of course had the requisite-for-the-times headlight and tonneau covers, and some blood-stained Nissan…
It took some explaining, but I eventually convinced the CA DMV of the truth: my first initial is G, and it was a VW Thing...