My Volkswagen Story

As a member of a car club I often wonder whatWhen I was in elementary school in the mid and late
inspires others like myself to join such an organization.1960's, the Muscle-Car Era, the boys in my classes
Certainly the cameraderie, the sense of being part ofwould argue which cars were better, depending, of
a big family, is an important factor. The club I belong tocourse, on what their fathers drove. Most of the time it
is devoted to all Volkswagens, old and new. Thewas Mustang vs. Corvette vs. Charger vs. GTO. I got
question for others fascinated with these cars is, Whatmany laughs when I contributed Volkswagens to the
got us interested in Volkswagens in the first place?debates, but I didn't care. I thought the "bug" was
There are probably as many stories of inspiration asbetter-looking than any of those cars, and I still do. I
there are dandelions in my front yard every Spring.didn't and still don't care about 0-60 times. It has been
With that said, here is mine.said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and VW
I was born in 1959, and my memory goes as far backowners can all concur.
as 1962, when I was about two and a half years old. InSadly, in 1970, after 13 years of dependable service
those days generally only one parent was theand about 257,000 kilometers (160,000 miles,)my father
breadwinner, as was the case with my father. Wehad decided that it was no longer cost-effective to
only had one car, and besides, my mother didn't knowkeep the car. Many trips to Oklahoma and the
how to drive. The car we had was a 1957 Ovalperpetual road salt that covered highways during
Window Beetle that was purchased "new" in KansasMidwest winters had taken their toll, and when the
City, Missouri. I say "new" because at that time thereamateur patching of bodywork no longer helped it was
were waiting lists much like there would be forty-onetime to say good-bye to our Beetle. A salvage yard
years later when the New Beetle first hit showrooms.offered a mere $25 for the VW, so my father gave it
Back in 1957, my father's 1946 Chevy was worn outto a friend to use as a parts car. I vividly remember
and he started his search for a new car. He becamefighting back tears as the friend gave us a ride back
interested in Volkswagens after reading about them into our home. It was as if we had lost a member of the
the popular publications of the day.family, and as far as I was concerned we had.
A good ten years before hippies would exersise theI got my Drivers' License in 1976, but I was in a
concept of nonconformity, my father decided that hehand-me-down Ford Maverick. Considering the manner
wanted a car that would stand out from the usualin which I drove at 16, it's nothing short of a miracle that
gigantic, tail-finned, gas-guzzling dinosaurs that roamedI am alive to tell this tale nearly thirty years later.
the streets during that period. It cost less,too. For a tadMoving on to 1978, I at last had my own Volkswagen,
over $1700 he acquired a salesman's demonstratora 1971 Super Beetle. In the early 1980's I had two more
with just a few kilometers showing on the odometer.Beetles. In 2000, after trying various other makes I
Yes, kilometers (for those of you US readers). Thislonged for a VW again and bought a 1996 Golf,
was a European-spec model, complete withfollowed by a 1969 Beetle three years later. Up to that
semaphore turn-signals (literally, for those not familiartime I was the only member of our VW club who did
with Volkswagens, an arm that flapped out of the sidenot own a classic air-cooled model from the early
of both doors that flashed, indicating which direction theyears. In nearly 46 years of life in this world, I have
driver intended to turn)as well as one-piece bumpers.calculated that 22 of those have been with a
(US-spec models had overriders.) Thanks to myVolkswagen.
father, I knew the difference between miles andI have reached the point of no return now. I will always
kilometers by the time I was just five years old. It wasown a VW of some sort. My 8-year-old daughter has
amusing to watch my friends gasp as we wouldalready picked her first car; a New Beetle. Kids have a
cruise down the highway at 62 miles an hour whiletendency to change their minds quite often as new
they thought we were going 100.interests are acquired, but in this case, I don't think she
It would be many years before I would start driving, butwill. It runs in the family.
I knew that I would be driving a Volkswagen someday.