. . . because it is the car my Dad drove all the years that I was growing up. I remember the day he brought it home. I was 3 years old and my Mom told me that Dad was bringing home a surprise that day. I watched out the window of the house until he came home, and the surprise was a used 1967 VW Bug, dark green (very similar to the one in the photograph above).
A few years later, that was the car he used to teach me to drive. It had over 260,000 miles on it by the time I was in high school. The first car I bought was, of course, a used VW Bug as well (1969).
Happy Birthday Dad! Thanks for all the things you taught me (and continue to teach me).
