It's basically unpossible for me to believe it's real. Like, a car company (ok, Tesla, but still) made THAT car. That one. That looks like a bad knockoff of of a BIG TRAK. And sells it to ... who? Who buys it? Jesus wept. What a world.
Me too. I bought my dad's 1968 VW Bug for $1 in 1988, when it was running on three cylinders. If I had not had a fierce sentimental attachment to that particular VW, I would have tried to buy a Thing or a Karmann Ghia.
I had a Ghia in San Francisco in the early-mid 90s. With a good tailwind that little lawnmower engine in the rear could almost get you up and over a hill. (Loved the car, don't get me wrong.)
Oh also it was a convertible with bad seals so I had to carry a towel to drape over my left shoulder in the VERY RARE CHANCE that it ever, you know, rained in San Francisco.
I used to drive a TR, made by British Leyland. Owning a British sports car is usually compared to driving at night in the rain with no headlights and the windows down, then stopping at every corner to throw money out the window.
My long term plan is to open a drive in but it’s also on the shuttle service, and I will have classic cars that don’t need to run, just to sit in for the movie. There is an old broken down ghia I see at this one junk yard/shop place I pass semi regularly and I wants it.
On my way from DC to Portland to go to Reed College, my Bug broke down, & my ex-boyfriend tried to convince me to stay in Boulder & go to UC instead.
A '69 Bus pulled into the campground. I borrowed their tools, fixed the fuel pump, & drove 22 hours straight to Portland.
My college buddy had a self-maintained VW Bug that just about topped out at slow-lane highway speed, and when someone tailgated him he'd occasionally lean out the window and beat the fender with a riding crop
The new 4-star commanding the Pacific Air Force drove a (hard-top) Ghia in high school. That was a FUN car to ride in as long as you weren't folded into the back. Also, four of us could pick it up and move it a short distance.
A dear friend of mine had a very old sparkle pink convertible Bug in the 90s. She changed the engine twice (the first time she watched, the second time she did herself!).
I paid $1800 to have it rebuilt, only to have it throw a rod after I moved to Portland. I no longer had money, so I had to do it myself, & it became obvious they'd screwed me over. I demanded they make it right, & they just laughed, as I was on the other side of the country.
So I talked to every VW enthusiast I knew of in the DC area, & they all talked to everyone they knew, & it became clear that they did this to all the women, because they assumed we wouldn't tinker & figure it out.
They went out of business about a year after that.
I fucking told him....
Before 1971, the oil cooler stuck up out of the fan housing & blocked some of the air flow to number 3. You could mitigate that by retarding its timing a couple degrees.
I learned all this from the book I gave my Dad for Father's Day when I was little, which I got back when I bought the car.
A fellow college freshman had a Thing. It was interesting. And cold as hell when inside in the winter in Colorado.
I’ll take a Ghia.
I believe dad’s Beetle was a 63.
The Thing is ugly but charming in its ugliness. There's a place for that! (See The cybertruck is just... gormless. There's no style at all, it's a mishmash of design choices.. Oversized, puffy, with tiny little windows and a tiny bed that is somehow far too big for the car. (I'd go on but... 300)
