Today, on my way to work, I had to stop at the oil company. If you’re not from the Northeast, this might surprise you. Many homes here are heated with oil, delivered by truck, year round.
Anyway, as I parked, it caught my eye. A blazing orange 1974 Karmann Ghia. I loved those little cars. Back in the late 60s and early 70s this was my dream ride.
Here’s the truth. The Karmann was just a Volkswagen with a nicely styled body. It still couldn’t accelerate out of its own way. It was tiny, tinny and cramped.
My assumption was, they came from the factory with rust pre-installed. That’s probably why, though loved, there aren’t many left.
Actually, this one looked pretty good. It had that slightly oxidized flat finish that cars from that era acquired with age (and without wax).
You know what? All that practical stuff means nothing. It was a sweet looking ride and helped define an era.
Can your Taurus say that?