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I cheered, I cried for you.  Beautiful story and thanks for sharing.  (Black Mk7 owner here).

Winner-winner, chicken dinner...

If this story doesn’t end up in the final article it will be a crime against humanity.   

My grandma traveled the world after she retired and bought me a shirt from Ushuaia. It was a small, I was like 12 years old and was a fat kid so the shirt fit me like skin on sausage.

I have some other cool stories inside my mind! jajaja like:

-The strange law that allow to import freely japanese cars to Chile, only legal within the city limits of Iquique

-Living in a brazilian VW van in a country that is basically a long road

BRB

My German friend calls Hertz Munich, in German, asking whether they have automatic transmission cars. No.

Well told. And that’s why parents end up in nursing homes. 

How DARE YOU sell that gorgeous machine!

Sunday morning, minutes before setting of for a long road trip, I discovered some dirt on the rear view mirror. No problem, I pop it off the little ball joint and clean it thoroughly. I must have put a bit too much pressure on the joint when putting the mirror back on, the entire windscreen shattered. So, no road trip

In 1975 I put my 1963 Jaguar E Type convertible up for sale in Eugene, Oregon. Within a couple days I found a buyer from Portland (100 miles away) who agreed to come back the next day with cash to drive the car home.

Oh, damn! That’s almost as bad as when I decided to build a tree house, got as far as hammering a couple nails into a branch, hanging the hammer onto one of the nails, tying a string (?!) to the nail and letting it dangle, then completely forgetting about the entire endeavor. A few days later, I look back at the tree

Probably the time when I was drilling a ground for my trunk-installed amp and ended up drilling into the fuel tank.

I had an ‘84 Subaru wagon that I loved to use to offroad before I had a lick of sense. After nearly a week of rain, a grassy hill looked at me funny, so I decided (after some ill advised encouragement from friends who are quick to suggest bad ideas when they know they’re free from the consequences) to make a run at

I was trying to get a Honda CRX on the roads a couple of years ago. I had the car almost buttoned up when I realized I didn’t have any lug nuts. I live about 30 minutes from the nearest city, and I didn’t want to drive in to get some lug nuts, so I decided to take the lug nuts off of my Integra GSR, which had a blown

“Was that the timing belt?”

Last winter, I decided I was gonna drive the two blocks from my dorm to a class I had since I didn’t feel like walking in the snow. Pulling into the parking lot in front of the building where my class was, I forgot that the driveway of the lot narrowed substantially about halfway down, and had a three inch high

The difference is that he won on a technicality in the first case. SCOTUS pointedly declined to rule on whether someone can use their religious views as justification for denying services. What SCOTUS *did* rule was that the original court was not thorough enough in its analysis of Phillips’s religious viewpoints and

I imagine you name it Falkor and ride on its spine.

Carry on to Hayward, son. There’ll be peace when you are done. Drop the flaps to 35. Don’t you fly no more.