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I wanted one of these.

Years ago, my neighbor had a ‘66 turbocharged Corsa. It would fly !

The most fun car I owned was a '65 VW Karmann Roadster (not to be confused with the Ghia sport). I put fat tires on the back, headers to make noise, and rode all over Wrightsville Beach (NC) and Shell Island. At the time, the only access to Shell I. was through a low tide channel. You had to get onto the north end of WB, then drive over. It was a fun place and you stayed over there until the tide went back down again (hurricanes have since closed that channel and they built a motel where the inlet was!!!).

Shell Island was frequented by fisherfolk and Meyer Manxs types. I just got a running start and drove through the soft sand and onto the beach. After that, it was like driving on concrete, as long as you stayed on the beach. 70 miles and hour (almost flat out!), top down, and roaring through the low tide surf was quite a thrill at 23, with a new wife and baby...

There were dunes and places to play, and nobody worried because the winds and surfs erased all traces. We always took some boards with us for getting unstuck. We netted some fish and fried them in oil on an open fire, with friends.

LIFE WAS SURELY DIFFERENT THEN...

I still want one of these...