First car stories

[grumpyduck]

15. Oh, man, memories.

First car, right after high school, was a '71 Super Beetle in anticipation of going away to college. I drove that car all over Southern CA, into Death Valley and Nevada ghost towns for years, then across the country from CA to MA for grad school (packed to the rafters), and then had it for for the first two years at my first job. Hated to part with it.

I had so much fun in that car.

One time I was in LA when they were tearing down the old Fox studios, and I saw a sign with their logo on it high on the wall. I figured it was about eight feet in diameter and would fit behind my couch. So I talked a couple of the demo crew into bringing it down for me for twenty bucks. When it got down I realized it was more like twelve feet in diameter, but by then I was stuck with it. So I took it apart. It had a ginormous wood frame, and the three metal panels were nailed to it every two inches. Took all afternoon. Then I literally draped it over the Bug and tied it down. The panels barely cleared the pavement in back and came about halfway down the windshiel in front, but I managed to get it to my cousin's house until I could get it to my place. The sign is long gone, but what a memory.

Man, I miss that car.