This was not my car. But it looks like it – if it was in good shape.
Today I finally did it. I sold my beetle that I’ve owned since 2001. I actually paid it off in 2005… But yeah that thing. It was my friend and my enemy. It served me well and held up to my many different jobs I’ve bounced around to, and I even shipped it to the east coast.
But it wasn’t all sunshine and flowers. I dropped about $5,000 on it in repairs two summers ago, then two weeks later, the engine light came on. I decided to call it on its bluff and refuse to take it in. It retaliated against me in little, annoying ways – headlight going out, griding brakes, dropping the stupid plastic undercarraige, upholstery dropping off, even the dashboard disintegrating. See, this was the kind of dysfunctional relationship we had. I got my revenge in a not-so passive-agressive way – I just stopped driving it altogether when we moved to PA. It sat on that street for three months just pouting and collecting cobwebs.