Let me just start by expressing my love love LOVE for Volkswagon Bugs. I have an affection for them all – old ones, new ones, broken down ones, flourescent orange ones…it doesn’t much matter. I love them all. I had a little white 1973(?..if I remember right) when I was in high school. It never ran and once I had to drive it home backwards because the ‘drive’ part of the transmission went out but for some reason ‘reverse’ was in mint condition…..but I didn’t care. I loved that car and cried when my dad got rid of it. When I was a little girl…probably 4 or 5 … one of my favorite memories with my grandpa Willey was the many times I would get into his little yellow VW bug and dream of one day owning it…. my favorite thing --- the gas pedal was in the shape of an actual FOOT…yes, toes and all. I loved that car, hence starting my love of the beetle
SO…to the car talk part of this post…..
We’re driving down the road tonight and I see a BEAUTIFUL little cream colored bug CONVERTIBLE…soooo cute! I told Tuck that one day, when he is rich and in the position to take care of his mama, I would like him to buy me a convertible bug just like the one seen….maybe in yellow though…I don’t know…my tastes may change by the time I’m 70….what does Tuck say? He says NOTHING! He sits there with a ‘you’re joking, right?’ look on his face. Then says,
“Mom, those are like……. two hundred….fifty bucks!!!!”
Oh son….how I wish they were…how I wish they were