Would You Like Fries With That Beatle?
I came across these pictures with my negative scanner the other day. This is the first car my son Adam bought and paid for himself when he was a teenager.
He bought it from another teenager that worked at Wendy’s. She worked the drive-through window. I forgot exactly what, but we had to do some dealing at the window. I forgot if that is where Adam and she exchanged money for the title or the keys, or what – but I definitely remember we had a dealing at the window.
The little People’s Wagon was cute. It was an eye pleaser. After he gained possession of it begin to have a lot problems.
He took it to Garage in Acworth that seemed to specialize in VW bugs. After they finished working on it I took Adam up to garage for him to pick it up and discovered the garage was owned by a childhood friend. I remember his name well, he lived around the corner from me.
One time in grammar school in the lunch room he and I got into a fight and he grabbed a little container of honey and smeared into my hair. I still cringe with I think of that sticky stuff all in my hair. I have no idea what the fight was about – we were about 7 years old.
His operation looks pretty impressive. I guess he did well for himself. I recently read that his brother died.
It got that to a point where the bug just would not run. Adam parked it and put a for sale on it. A kid came by and looked at and was impressed. He paid Adam in cash and he and his friend hauled it to his parents’ house, which was about .5 mile away.
I don’t think he ever got the car running. For years and years I would walk and run by his house, to see it parked under the same shed.
Then the house had a ‘For Sale’ sign out front. Then, a month or so later it had a ‘sold’ sicker on the sign. Then, the sign was gone and so was the VW.
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