I love my VW. Her name is Jezebel, and she earned it. Jezebel is a 1966, metalic cherry red, 1300cc (first year made) 40hp
monster with 30" tires wrapped around wide-5 centerlines. She'll go places 4x4's are afraid to go, and she'll get there faster.
All my coworkers would laugh, and tell me I needed to get a new car, one with a heater. Then the
Cold came, and with it the snow. They weren't laughing when my 41 year old baby was jumpstarting their new Subbies and Toyotas and yes, even the Land Rover. They were almost in tears one morning when we got off work. You see, a storm had rolled through; over 1 meter of snow had drifted up around the cars, and nobody had a shovel. Jezebel came to the rescue, and even though they snubbed their noses and laughed at her, she let me hook up the tow chain so we could those personality-void beasts they called cars.
Then my coworkers followed in Jezebel's tracks as we left the base, letting my baby break the trail for them, all the way to a road that had been plowed. They never laughed again.
