is the size of their toys."
~ Author unknown
Shiny and red and exuding the charm and whimsy typically reserved for curly-headed, snaggle-toothed freckle faces, it beckoned a closer inspection.
I'm not a "Car Girl". I rarely give them notice.
But this wasn't just any car; it was a perfectly restored 1969 Volkswagen Beetle. Mint condition never tasted sweeter.
I reached for my camera only to realize I didn't have it, causing me to cry an ocean of tears because I knew a picture would last much longer than our chance meeting. Then I remembered my cell phone, mopped up the sea puddles–bless cellular technology's heart!–and my tears of disappointment trickled into tears of dancing. Like a moth to flame and paparazzi to the dual personalitied Hannah Miley-Cyrus Montana, I began taking pictures.
Ladybug floor mats? LADYBUG FLOOR MATS? I had palpitations!
Right about the time I figured out how to hot wire a Volkswagen climbed into the passenger seat captured an image of the minimalist-compared-to-today's-standard dashboard with retro dial radio…
…wouldn't you know the owner walked outside? And caught me molesting his car?? With a vanity plate that reads "YNDMEUP" and a shiny key attached, it's just begging for it, though. Is that a crime, I ask ya? IS-THAT-A-CRIME, for crying out loud!?
I begged forgiveness requested permission to photograph his obvious pride and joy, and when I asked if it was weird for me to do so with my cell phone, he shook his head and said, "Happens all the time…."
It was then I realized I might not have been breaking any laws, but if I'm not mistaken, parking in a handicapped spot when you're 100% healthy is an offense.
So I made a Citizen's Arrest and promptly confiscated the car for evidence.
S i g h…in my dreams, anyway.
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And because I've already professed my undying love to the Jonas Brothers and posted Love bug previously, enjoy Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat with a video that musically feels like my ridiculous infatuation with a little red car (even if the lyrics don't quite describe it….)
I drive a 15-passenger van in reality, but in my dreams it’s a VW Beetle; that’s even on my “about” page. Another thing we have in common!
My WHOLE life when anyone asks me what my dream car is, I always respond a red VW bug convertible. Not the new ones, the old ones. The ones that still smell like a VW bug no matter how long you own it. I wish I had gobs of money so I could buy that thing. I might just sit here and stare at your pics for the rest of the night.
Great car!
-FringeGirl