beetles

Time moves so quickly I can only manage small realizations. Like, last evening I was walking home (to a new home — house/cat-sitting for Tapio and Suzanna for the week they are in London) and while watching a Volkswagen Beetle drive past and seeing a few of them parked on the street, I caught myself wondering why I was thinking it would be fun to own one again. The first and only one I ever owned sits in a junkyard outside of Amarillo, Texas — or, well, maybe it has been completely recycled. I rolled it 4-1/4 times in the middle of the night on Interstate 40 just west of Amarillo about 18 years ago … I survived but the car didn’t. It had all four wheels ripped off, the engine and transaxle were split, all the windows broken. Long story. But anyway. Nostalgia for the days I rebuilt the whole vehicle from the ground up, and destroyed it in about ten seconds.