I’ve had VWs and Corvairs. I liked thumbing my nose at Death when I was young.
Me too. That windshield was right in front of our noses too.
Nothing else, no engine. Whenever I climbed behind that black, plastic wheel with the Wolfsburg emblem on the horn ring, I always considered myself to be like an Aztec sacrifice held down on an altar.
Only difference was I had to scrape the windshield with nylon net this time of the year to get the frost off (inside) so Death could see me.
A dumb young Marine fresh out of boot almost bought a Vette.
It t’war beautiful, canary yellow. I ended up in a Chevy Nova hatchback. :-)