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.
How great is it to have that photo and that he found you after all these years!
It’s really awesome. I’m just happy I have the car. It almost ended up recycled.
You need a jacket and tie like that to go with your hat.
It actually goes well with the car.
Eric…Somewhere down the line someone is going to ask what you have named your Beetle. With the shenanigans which this Bug has pulled “in its day” it definitely requires a “male” name! I hope that you come up with a good one! jay
It’s a secret. :)
Nothing fits in a story of our past like a VW story.
That’s very true.
I’m a sucker for stuff like this. How cool! I would have commented earlier but have been busy removing the 24 inches of snow we got. Gotta love New England. I think I’ll take the 67 out for a snow ride.
Ha! I loved it too.
I can report that stock VW glass deflects quart size Jack Daniels bottles just fine… and that when ya already know about the braided fuel line having age related difficulties out back its pretty easy to put out a fire. But in my best Sgt. Schultz schtick: I know nothink, I SEE nothink, I say nothink!!! Had to change my hairdresser after all this time…
Uncle Don had a name for it- but it evades me.
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