Driving eastward across the country sucks, because you begin in the wonderful wide open spaces of the West and you end up stuck in traffic on the I-95 corridor. But there’s at least one good side of the trip.
You know your road trip is a shit show when crossing the highest mountain range in the lower 48 on three cylinders counts as a good day.
Have you ever looked with envy at those preening bastards who can identify the year of any classic Volkswagen Beetle at a glance? They’re so smug, with all their VW-year-identifying-gotten riches and sexual partners. Wouldn’t you like to be like them? Of course you would. I’m going to show you how.
I don’t have a lot to contextualize just how horribly my cross country drive in my new 1974 Volkswagen Beetle started. Hell, I don’t think anyone has ever driven to their own tow truck before.
It didn’t occur to me at the time quite how ridiculous it was. I was staring at my new car, its engine out and sitting on the driveway, and I planned on driving it across the country to New York City the next day.
Maybe this is how it always is; just as you get your engine running right, the throttle cable snaps.
I remember driving a car I had never driven before, sideways, through a rallycross course, on two wheels. It felt oddly surreal. Actually, it felt oddly virtual.
Really early Beetles still came with starting cranks, and I’ve always sort of wished that continued. I’ve had to push-start or jump dead-battery Beetles many, many times. I’m not alone, of course, and some have figured out much better ways.
Last week, while researching the bizzare VW-powered Emis Art, I found another Emis product that grabbed my attention in a way I normally only associate with an unexpected hand to the genitals. The product itself, while interesting, wasn’t the shocking thing. It was the name, which, upon a quick glance, looked to be…
I’m the only motherfucker dumb enough to drive an old VW Baja Bug in the middle of New York City. Volkswagen hauled their modern Baja, called the Dune Concept, to the potholed streets of Manhattan for a press drive. In spite of my previous assertions, they let me drive their hideously expensive one-of-one prepro car,…
No! But it sure can try.
It’s no secret that I’m a sucker for re-imaginings of what a modern VW Beetle could be. While my own takes tend towards the broke-ass end of the market, there are people out there thinking similar thoughts, but with opposite results. Like A.Deniz Özbarli, the designer of the Alpera Tulpar, a Beetle reborn as a…
Rare? Hardly—the Volkswagen Type 1 is nearly as numerous as the Coleptera order from which they take their nickname, Beetle. A ubiquitous feature of the motoring landscape of the ‘60s and ‘70s, these curvy-carapaced creatures survived well into the modern age, and are still a common sight around the world.
Patrick found this picture in some Facebook feed, and, of course, my attention was grabbed, just like this picture had grabbed my attention’s hypothetical attento-nuts. A New Beetle, with a proper vintage Beetle drivetrain? What a great, non-trivial swap! It makes a statement, is technically interesting — too bad it’s…
Oh, hey. Didn't see you there. Did I mention I was interviewed extensively for Damon Ristau's (the guy who made The Bus Movie) new documentary about the Beetle, The Bug: Life and Times of the People's Car? No? And I didn't mention that Ewan McGregor's in it, too? Really? I should have. Because it looks like it'll be…
Jerry Lewis’ 1960 movie The Bellboy is widely regarded by cinemaphiles as the Citizen Kane of severely inept service-industry worker movies. And I think that includes the Fat Boys’ magnum opus, Disorderlies. What most people don’t realize is that it has one of the best fake VW engines in all of cinema.
Yesterday, I was pretty excited to see this shameless BMW i3 knockoff at the Shandong EV Expo in China. And today, our friends at CarNewsChina who are covering the show have found something even better: an electric, four-door latest-generation VW Beetle knockoff, complete with a badge that’s half Volvo and half Nissan.
Have you ever bought a Rolls-Royce? Specifically, have you ever bought a strangely small Rolls-Royce that had kind of bad paint, a headliner ripped all to hell, and desperately needed a muffler for, oh, about $1100? If so, my friend, then I'm afraid you've been had, because that wasn't a real Rolls at all! Luckily,…