tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967623240421279757.post7135964642304113601..comments2023-10-23T06:41:24.218-07:00Comments on notes from La Mancha: ...and miles to gocatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527167700079425025noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967623240421279757.post-63800092549622818642009-09-04T17:13:08.274-07:002009-09-04T17:13:08.274-07:00My first Beetle, the '66, had been totaled. M...My first Beetle, the '66, had been totaled. My mechanic father bought it for peanuts and put it back together (except for that leaky drain around the sunroof). We spent many weekends running arond to junk yards to buy body parts and pieces for the restoration. The only thing my mom didn't like about the enterprise was the former owner of the Beetle had sort of a "reputation", shall we say, and when we got it fixed and running I was the recipient of many honks and waves until people figured it wasn't her driving the car. It gave my mom fits.The Calico Quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01772374749065425388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967623240421279757.post-4354409474514141232009-09-04T12:47:38.833-07:002009-09-04T12:47:38.833-07:00...amazing how strong a pull our memories can have......amazing how strong a pull our memories can have on us...<br />I wanted a "VW Bug" in high school, but had to be happy with the recycled old family '55 Chevy[it was light green & white]...I only got that because I had "gigs" to get to in college... my brother, who spent his summers working in a fruit packing shed, instead of attending music camp<br />[which eventually earned me a full music scholarship to college] bought himself a '66 Mustang...catsingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02527167700079425025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967623240421279757.post-35053043778726032622009-09-03T14:24:34.120-07:002009-09-03T14:24:34.120-07:00Typo strikes again. That's "A colleague ...Typo strikes again. That's "A colleague in the 1980's..."<br /><br />I proofread and proofread, but I still miss things.The Calico Quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01772374749065425388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3967623240421279757.post-70422234168596553122009-09-03T14:22:25.818-07:002009-09-03T14:22:25.818-07:00It's amazing what loyalty GTO's inspire. ...It's amazing what loyalty GTO's inspire. My college roommate owned one, wrecked and totalled it (she must have been divinely protected, it should have killed her) and promptly went out with the insurance money and bought another one. A college in the 1980's said she still had dreams about going to see a man about buying a used car, opening the rusty garage doors of a ramshackle shed and finding an immaculate 1969 GTO just like hers inside. <br /><br />I don't think I've ever felt that emotional about a car - but I was very fond of my 1972 powder blue Beetle with the navy interior (maybe because the previous car, my 1966 Beetle with the sunroof, leaked like a sieve and I was tired of soaked floorboards!). I got it sophomore year in college and drove it until a couple of years after I started working. We traded it because my husband has a leg problem and couldn't drive the standard transmission. I have to admit I would be tempted if I found another one in good condition, but that's not likely.The Calico Quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01772374749065425388noreply@blogger.com