Throwback VW

It's time once again, for Writers Workshop, hosted by the hot mama Kat over at Mama's Losin' It. 

This week I choose throwback Thursday for no particular reason other than that's the one that jumped out at me. The prompt was actually, Post a picture from a previous June, but I can't be bothered to follow rules, and we all know I hate to be told what to do.

Pictured here, is the best little whorehouse car I ever had. It was my absolute favorite. Excuse the pencil marks. I scanned the only photograph I have.

I present to you, the 1971 Volkswagen Super Beetle. All original, with the exception of the stereo system. That was a Clarion receiver, Alpine speakers and a bass tube in the trunk, which of course is in the front. 

I had this car when I was 20 years old, back in 1995. Back when gas was .99 cents a gallon. 

This girl and I took good care of each other. She never failed me, ever. She had the signature Bug rumble. You could hear me coming baby. And if that didn't get your attention... If I hit the clutch and gas, juuuust right, I could make her backfire on command. It was a quick sort of exchange, and I did it so often I can almost feel my feet doing it now.

I was seriously broke back then. But being independent by nature, meant I had to have my own place. A crappy little apartment just this side of the ghetto. I recall driving down the street one day, and seeing a pair of hoodlums, crossing with a baseball bat. I figured on my current course and their trajectory, and it would have put them in the perfect position to whack my baby with said bat. So I did my backfire trick and watch them jump out of their skin. It sounded like a 12 gauge being fired, and it made them think twice about whatever was on their mind.