The VW Beetle Reincarnation and the history of my cars

I was having a gander at Ben Kay's blog and saw this VW ad. Such a brilliantly simple but sweet idea that genuinely put a smile on my face. I've had 3 beetles. The first was a red Mexican one I think. The engine set on fire before I even passed my test so that didn't go anywhere. The second was racing green just like the one towing the school bus in that ad. It had porsche bucket seats and a tiny steering wheel. It was great! My Dad taught me how to drive in it. He said I was shit at reversing so he'd get me to practise reverse figure of eights in Aldi car park when it was empty. Eventually that little baby got sold. But wait! Beetle numero tres was to be loved. Metallic blue with a dope number plate. I replaced the gear stick a baby dolls arm and managed to drift it once. I remember giving a lift home to some cheeky kids who had walked miles to the skatepark only for them to thank me by getting Pink Panther wafers all in the seats. Fuckers. When it came to leaving for uni I thought I wouldn't need a car so I sold the beetle. I was wrong. I did need a car. But for the sake of reliability I got a purple Suzuki Vitara. Pretty fun but ugly as hell when I think about it. And more prone to breakdowns surprisingly. Scrappage.



Then something amazing happened. The old racing green '67 came up for sale daaan Saaarf. My Dad bought it back for me as a present. Spoilt much? The bucket seats had gone sadly but it was still a beauty. That car saw plenty of adventures before I did a straight swap for a pristine Notchback. Best swap ever. My little brother bought my old beetle from the guy I swapped it with and wrote it off. The end.