My first car was a knackered Bug too! I found out years later that my father preferred that I drove myself places in order to keep me out of boys’ cars. He wasn’t worried about boys in my car because he believed there was no room in a Bug to do anything.
Well, your Dad made a good move with the buggeredBug. But if he had also given you your first pair of Stompylight tenny shoes he would never have worried about boys? Flashing lights would be boy repellant.
He wasn’t worried about boys in my car because he believed there was no room in a Bug to do anything.
1961 bug, back seat removed and a platform installed.
Back windows were painted flat black, as the car.
Flared fenders, Cragers all around.
Black shag carpet all over the back and ceiling.
Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Boy, was he wrong. Ask me how I know.