As a kid my neighbor had the but with that rolls royce looking front end.
Yeah, I *loved* the Wonderbug body accessories that you could add to your Volkshover. But my favorite is the wind-up key (that turns when you move) on the back of the Bug.
I always wanted to put one of those on the back of the Sprite.
Hey, check out the original “golden arches” of McDonald’s in the fourth photo in the background!
Took my drivers test in my brother in laws new 1970 beetle. It had one of those upright stinger exhaust, loud as hell. I had to short shift it so it wouldn’t piss off the examiner. I passed and Frank let me drive home. We passed the police station and I down shifted at speed and let the exhaust rip. We both laughed like hyenas. Pretty much summed up my next 15 years of driving. Allan
Presumably all you old farts remember the game of Slug Bug.
My first car was a 1960 Bug. I had found a ’65 Galaxie 500 convertible with all the stuff, but Daddy took one look at the 352 engine badge and said, “Let’s go home, son.” The bug, however, was perfect for his purposes, if not for mine, because it couldn’t go too fast and you couldn’t haul too many hoodlum kids in it. It didn’t even have a gas gauge, there was an L-shaped handle below the dash that you turned down when you drained the tank that gave you another gallon in the reserve tank IF you had filled the tank all the way up last time and IF you had remembered to turn the handle back up the last time you dumped the reserve.
IF you remembered to turn the handle… those were good days!
#12, I wonder what year the picture was taken? The one with the mom, the little girl and the bug with the roof rack on the rear…
As a kid my neighbor had the but with that rolls royce looking front end.
Yeah, I *loved* the Wonderbug body accessories that you could add to your Volkshover. But my favorite is the wind-up key (that turns when you move) on the back of the Bug.
I always wanted to put one of those on the back of the Sprite.
Hey, check out the original “golden arches” of McDonald’s in the fourth photo in the background!
Took my drivers test in my brother in laws new 1970 beetle. It had one of those upright stinger exhaust, loud as hell. I had to short shift it so it wouldn’t piss off the examiner. I passed and Frank let me drive home. We passed the police station and I down shifted at speed and let the exhaust rip. We both laughed like hyenas. Pretty much summed up my next 15 years of driving. Allan
Presumably all you old farts remember the game of Slug Bug.
My first car was a 1960 Bug. I had found a ’65 Galaxie 500 convertible with all the stuff, but Daddy took one look at the 352 engine badge and said, “Let’s go home, son.” The bug, however, was perfect for his purposes, if not for mine, because it couldn’t go too fast and you couldn’t haul too many hoodlum kids in it. It didn’t even have a gas gauge, there was an L-shaped handle below the dash that you turned down when you drained the tank that gave you another gallon in the reserve tank IF you had filled the tank all the way up last time and IF you had remembered to turn the handle back up the last time you dumped the reserve.
IF you remembered to turn the handle… those were good days!
#12, I wonder what year the picture was taken? The one with the mom, the little girl and the bug with the roof rack on the rear…