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Yesterday by pure coincidence blogger/flickr pals Windy Richardson and Michel Feist both featured Volkswagen buses in their photos. It got me reminiscing about Volkswagens of the past -- I grew up riding in the back seat of two different buses, and then enjoyed the Karmen Ghia life in college.

But a bug is what I've always coveted. And then in the midst of my trip down memory lane, what should I spot but this sweet little temptress. I think the universe it trying to tell me something, don't you?

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My coworker Karen came roaring into work today in this little number -- a cute little vintage convertible MG. It took me back to the 1960s when we lived in Carmel, California, and my Dad had a baby-blue MGB (Mom drove a Volkswagen bus with the words "Sue's Zoo" written on the side).

I remember Dad picking me up from girl scouts one day, and taking me for a ride, at about 90 miles an hour, on the spectacular, curvy roads of Carmel Valley and out along the coast. I was absolutely terrified and absolutely enthralled -- to be flying like the wind, to be spending special one-on-one time with my father (a delicious rarity), and to be 10 years old in 1968 with the top down and the Mamas and the Papas on the radio -- we didn't need to be California Dreamin' -- we were living it!

That was a great car -- a little impractical for a family of 6 -- but iy was every 1960s businessman's dream car, I'm sure. Anybody else have memories of great cars growing up?

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Disclaimer: This is NOT my car -- I saw it in a parking lot. That said, I kind of love its unabashed mudiness. Can't you picture the moment when the driver joyfully hit the gas pedal, just to make a bigger splash in the mud puddle?