A post by Woman Of The Law yesterday (RIP Lilith) reminded me of a long lost love....Buttercup was her name. She was a yellow 1971 VW Superbeetle. She was my very first car. I saved a whole year to buy her from a little old greek dude who told me the car was new when he bought it. I think I paid about $1,500.00....way more than it was worth but I really wanted this car.Buttercup ran for about 7 good years and she carried me up and down this great state of California many, many times. She was good and reliable transportation for me on more dates than I can count (although I didn't earn a lot of points as far as impressing the ladies...I did get great gas mileage!).
I think about her sometimes when I'm driving my current beater (she's no Buttercup). I miss the light smell of gasoline in the car that would never go away. I miss the way the heater I couldn't shut off would burn the shoes off of unsuspecting passengers. I miss the way that I could cram at least 5 friends into the car, I even miss the oil light that would always turn on for no reason at all.
For about 3 years, I did surveillance out of that bug. I had the windows tinted in the rear and when it was parked on the street in front of someones house, it blended right in...nobody would have even a clue that I was videotaping them just 4 feet away while they were working on their car or doing yard work.
Ahhh...the good old days. I long for them sometimes.
3 comments:
You used to do surveillance. Damn I never got to do surveillance. Go on wit your Veronica Mars-esque bad self.
Trust me, it was not all it was cut out to be. Surveillance was super exciting 20% of the time and boring the rest of the time. Doing surveillance was the only time I had been shot at.
wow you got one up on me.
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