It's not round any more.
Brief history of my love affair with the Bug: I feel in love with the Beetle around the time I fell in love with those other Beatles. I was 12, and as soon as I saw that famous white VW on the back of Abbey Road, I was hooked.
|You can have a Bug when you're 28, IF they're still being made.|
A Beetle was my dream car. At one time I wanted one that was white with a yellow interior, so it looked like an egg. I told you I was a dork. But as the years went by, I found myself driving a series of decidedly non-Beetlesque vehicles: a 1980 Chevy Citation, a 1988 Pontiac LeMans, a 1984 Subaru station wagon.
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The only thing that could stop me from getting a New Beetle was the near-impossible task of getting a baby carrier in and out of the back seat. But so what? I didn't have one of those whadyacallem, babies, in 1998. Then, in 1999...
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So I waited. And waited. And in the fullness of time, two things happened. First, the Buick got paid off. Second, PDaughter got old enough to clamber in and out of her car seat by herself.
Meanwhile, a Carmelite nun in South Texas decided to sell her two-year-old New Beetle, which had 9,900 miles on it and presumably was used only to drive the other nuns to Chippendales on their days off. (Note to self: 10 Hail Marys, stat.) That car ended up on a lot in Houston, where the used-car manager put it up for sale on eBay.
And that's how I finally got my beloved Bug...by buying it on eBay. Because you should always buy a cute car in a cute way.
I love my Bug. He's got a few creaks and rattles now, and his upholstery is looking a bit worn, but as long as there are daisies in the bud vase and the stereo still plays loud, I love him. PDaughter is old enough to ride in the front seat these days, which I find amazing and wonderful and a little sad. Still, I'm going to keep driving him as long as my indifferent maintenance and poor driving habits will allow.
Will I consider buying a New New Beetle at some point? I don't know. There is that lack of cargo space - just once I'd like to go to Ikea and buy something larger than a spatula. And I hear rumors that the 21st-century Bug has no bud vase (gasp!!). Then there's that whole German engineering thing, which is wunderbar but means that you can't change a burned-out headlight in your own garage. It makes me seethe that BelSpouse can casually screw in a $4 bulb on his car, while I have to go to the dealership and fork over $55 to remove the entire headlamp casing. It's a pretty high cost for the cute factor of a Beetle.
Anyway, practicality and economics dictate that I'm going to be driving my Bug for a while, and BelSpouse is next in line for a replacement vehicle. I'll have a few years to examine this asymmetrical VW and consider my options for the future. But right now I'm thinking maybe it's best if a dream comes true just once in a lifetime.