For the first 20 years of our marriage there was a VW of some sort at our house (56 bug, 61 bug 64 type 2, 66 type 3, 70 bug, 72 super, and a 75? VW/Audi Dasher (Passat)).
Here however begins the 67 story. Sometime in the 80’s our son bought a 67 and later sold it to a neighbor girl. That was not the end of the 67 story but there was a loong vw-less spell which lasted until the beginning of this year when, some time after my wife’s death, I had learned where the pots and pans were in the kitchen,how to use the vacuum cleaner and several other housekeeping chores and found some time on my hands.
On more of a whim than with a plan I bought a 72 super beetle and set about upgrading it- almost totally through others efforts since I am left-handed, somewhat spastic and totally without mechanical talent. Some where during the process (still not yet completed)my son told me that when I was gone, he wanted the car. Fair enough except that I didn’t want to wonder how he might enjoy it after I was gone; I wanted to know now so I bought him one of his own. Here’s where it got interesting: the one I got for him is the Savannah Beige 67 you had advertised for a customer of yours in nearby Gainesville and I snuck it into his garage while he was out of town.
When I returned my attention to the 72 Super, I kept getting distracted by thoughts of the 67s and the special place they occupy in the VW line-up so I bought one for myself. It’s a numbers matching (Dec 66 date) ruby red , mostly original, seemingly good driver, great looking car that needs little more than left side footwell and heater channel carpet replacement.
The sidebar to the story to date is that last week I drove it to Hendersonville NC to share lunch and a ride in the car with the girl (now adult) that my son sold the first of the family’s 3 67s to. The adventure continues!