Ever have a dream about something and just knew, some how, some way, you'd make those "dreams" come true!
This isn't about making millions of dollars, or owning a Yacht, or becoming (in)famously famous. This is about a young girl, who had a vision, a dream and the want for something...
A VOLKSWAGEN!!
And not just any Volkswagen...A 1979 Super Beetle Convertible.
Back Story:
I've always been a little on the spoiled side. I admit it. Growing up, there isn't anything that my parents wouldn't do, or get, for me. When I turned 18, I was finally able to drive in Germany (legal driving age over there). My dad had always had this thing about me driving and I was not allowed to drive, or own a vehicle on their dime, unless I could change a tire, the oil and operate a manual transmission. It made sense!
I despised learning to drive a standard and on the Autobahn, of all things. Germans (or Europeans in general) drive notoriously fast. They're somewhat impatient. Okay, so they're a lot impatient. They love flashing lights at you, when you're going to slow, and the horn is used as frequently as the blinkers. I really hate car horns!!
Just before I was allowed to start learning how to drive, my parents bought my Aunt Petra's 1988 Renault R5 GT. It was a little white, 2-door, with sunroof and sheepskin covers on the seats. I was riding in style!! Well, not quite yet...First, I had to learn to drive that thing...
just in case you need a visual of my little pimp car:
Isn't it beautiful??
So, there I was, learning how to drive. Dad and I would drive to Frankfurt to the little "driving course" and we'd practice. It was actually really cool, because at least I wasn't the only incapable idiot trying to learn how drive, up hill, both ways, in the snow (note the exaggeration). If you drive a standard, you know exactly what I'm talking about! Till this day, I swear every "hill" in Germany had it out for me. I digress. I learned to drive that little white car and I drove it EVERYWHERE! If it weren't for the fact that it was built to metric standard and technically not a "classic" car, I probably would have brought it back to the states with me. *SIGH*
The point is, while I loved that little car, it wasn't my first choice. I'd always wanted a Beetle. A 1979, and it HAD to be a convertible. Yeah, I'm grateful my parents bought me a car and left me to my free will. But don't think that my car came without any "conditions". I had to pay for my insurance and my petrol. And my parents had every right to take it away if they felt I was abusing the privilege. They never had to.
Oh there goes my ramblings again.
Since I didn't get my Beetle and "settled" for the Renault, my parents then made me a promise. Well, my dad made me a promise. Dad keeps his promises too *wink-wink*! The deal was; once I graduated from college, with at least a Bachelors, he would buy me that Beetle. My 1979 Super Beetle Convertible. Just the way I want it. Red, with white-wall tires, mint condition, leather interior. You're probably wondering why 1979, right? First, it was the year I was born. Second, it was the last year they made that particular Beetle before halting production. I guess you can't perfect something that has already been perfected (HA, I make myself laugh).
So, I'm inching my way closer to owning My vintage, 1979 Super Beetle Convertible *Squeee*. Wait, does that mean, I'm vintage too? In case you're wondering when that will happen...Dad has exactly 669 days, 10 hours, 59 mins and 9....8...7..seconds, till I graduate with my Bachelors. See where I'm going with this?
Lets recap...1979 Super Beetle Convertible....669 days...8 hrs...56 mins...6 seconds..
I'll be waiting for my Keys! Please and Thank You!
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