Relics from the past. VWs played a leading role in my younger life. We had three different VW Bugs and three VW Buses throughout the years. Their faded metal skeletons still occupy space in my memories and my childhood home.
My Dad had a favorite shop bug that he loaned out to his customers----until my brother rolled it off the road one night while trying to avoid a jack rabbit. I remember his frantic knocking on my door in the middle of the night to tell me the news since our parents were out of town. Ah, adolescence!
My husband's old t-shirt still hangs across the seat on his old VW Bug. Behind this seat are two big speakers----the only thing they produce now are memories. This bug sits barren and unused amongst the sagebrush. Some of these photos were taken because someone might want to fix up that old bug and transform it into a hot rod...
I wonder what Pearl thinks of this idea? That was her name---Pearl----given to her by the converted hippie couple who sold her to us-----they had outgrown her as they began to raise a family in the suburbs with new priorities.
I grew up around cars and cars tell stories. I know because these cars hold a lot of my own.
