I got my second Volkswagen after my wonderful, huge Plymouth Fury conked out. It was like going from a mansion to a closet. I suppose nostalgia and the good memories I had with the first one played a part, but then, by now, this one just didn't have the same kind of 1st car love. It was basically the same V-dubby, but somehow newer and better in ways that didn't seem to matter. It was kind of like the toy dashboard I had when I was a kid and would take it with me whenever we went with mark somewhere. It was yellow and you had to manually do things like love the wipers, and ignition and all that stuff. The folks knew I loved it so much that they got me a super deluxe dash for Christmas. It had battery operated wipers, an ignition that sounded like you were starting a real car. Guess what? I loved my little yellow one more. One trip heading back to Denver for grad school after ...
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