I love this, Sparky. My dad drove a ‘64 bug that was a pale blue. It had chrome metal bumpers that were shiny, but would have proved of little value in a crash. The dash had chrome trim around the speedometer and it had an AM radio. The car’s few control knobs were grey plastic and had a distinctive feel when you pulled them out to turn on the headlights or the wipers. And it had a distinctive smell, not unpleasant. Burlap, mint chewing gum and a slight hint of gasoline. And of course, a floor shifter with a simple cream colored knob that assumed the driver knew where each of the four gears could be found. The sound? Forever burned into my memory. The sound of excitement, family members on the move, adventure; like the the sound of a powerful, but reliable sewing machine.
I love this, Sparky. My dad drove a ‘64 bug that was a pale blue. It had chrome metal bumpers that were shiny, but would have proved of little value in a crash. The dash had chrome trim around the speedometer and it had an AM radio. The car’s few control knobs were grey plastic and had a distinctive feel when you pulled them out to turn on the headlights or the wipers. And it had a distinctive smell, not unpleasant. Burlap, mint chewing gum and a slight hint of gasoline. And of course, a floor shifter with a simple cream colored knob that assumed the driver knew where each of the four gears could be found. The sound? Forever burned into my memory. The sound of excitement, family members on the move, adventure; like the the sound of a powerful, but reliable sewing machine.