As everyone probably knows by now, I own my Grandfather’s very original L620 savanna beige ’67 Beetle. Bill Treadway neighbored my family when I was a child. Just recently, he found me because of 1967beetle.com. He sent the above photo, and illustrated quite the story about my ’67 Beetle’s alleged wild past. If you look in the background, you’ll notice my ’67 in all its glory. At that time, it was only 1-year-old!
“Eric. The photo is of me in 1968. Your ’67 Beetle is parked behind me in your Grandfather’s side driveway; Ginger the squirrel killing dog is relaxing out to the right. The car should’ve had its own rows and rows of dead squirrels painted on the side as we ran over many on the way to Sequoyah High School.
Your ’67 is the first place I ever heard “Rock and Roll All Night, Party Every Day” by KISS on a Pioneer Supertuner hooked to some Jensen Triaxial speakers. We smoked a lot, drank a lot, and raised some serious hell in that car. Not sure how many stories your uncle Don would tolerate before he’d have a restraining order put out on me.”
Stories like this remind me of the reason these old Volkswagen’s are so special. Wild or not, each has it’s own unique past.