What’s the most important thing to bring on an off-road adventure? Wrong. It’s a sense of humor. And, maybe, a willingness to have a plan B... through Z.
I really love seeing fleets of vintage cars in regular use not for nostalgic reasons, but just because they still do their jobs well. That seems to be the case with the fleet of chop-top Volkswagen Beetles used by the Experimental Aircraft Association for transport around their airfield.
I realize now that the Volkswagen I bought under an oak tree in Sacramento has been here to New York City for a few months now and I haven’t written anything about it. Let me tell you, it is an incomparable joy.
Normally, when you think about a body kit for a car, the goal usually seems to be seeing just how many plastic fake vents you can cram on a given vehicle, or how you can half-assedly make it look like something exotic. But it doesn’t have to be that way! A reader sent in pictures from Peru of a Beetle with a body kit…
It had somehow narrowed down to hours, how I was measuring time. It wasn’t a question of days or weeks anymore. I was doing hour and mile calculations to see if I’d make it back in New York by the time I needed to be back for work. And stuck on the side of the road again, New Mexico heat all around, it felt like I’d…
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,…
Some moron in VW’s home of Wolfsburg, Germany is offering a cheap old VW Beetle for sale. Only the Beetle isn’t so old, and the price isn’t that cheap. The seller wants over a million dollars.
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…