I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile

For years I have been having a love affair. It is with those wonderful things called cars. In my senior year i was given a 1965 Volkswagen beetle 1600. It was Sea Blue. I loved it! I customized the interior. Bought a tapestry, a light purple one with a bit of red, and made a headliner for it. Had my sister paint a really cool scene on each door. One was an album cover and the other was a renaissance forest scene. Way cool. I drove it everywhere. My youngest suster and I drove it to a Doobie Brothers concert once. We stayed late to see the band leave the venue and hollered how much we loved that bass player's hair. Long dark, straight. Wow. It was about 1 a.m. when we started home. It threw a rod on the way home and would only go about 20 miles an hour. Rebuilt engine time. I paid $400 to get it done. I'd pay it again, before I bequeathed my next youngest sister the car when she started college. Man I miss that car. I lived with a copy of the Idiot's Guide in the glove box and could pull the engine (four bolts) and have the head removed in a mroning. Take it and have it motored out and replaced byt he next day by the time I gave it away. Whaaaa! I want it back.

I moved on to other cars, and loving each one of them. The best was a 1965 VW camper van we owned when we got married. Honeymooned for three weeks in that fine car! Camped everywhere and had a blast.

Now I own the cooper. I took the bumper off on Saturday. Removed a broken turn idicator light and the front license frame. Then put it back on, clay barred it and shined her up.

I don't know where my obsession came from but I think music played a role:

Alice Cooper's Under My Wheels

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you under my wheels
Why don't you let me be

'Cause when you call me on the telephone
Saying take me to the show
And then I say, honey, I just can't go
Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels
Yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess you that couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you was under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be, yeah yeah
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Yeah yeah

This was the first song I played in my MINI. Then it was closely followed by the Queen song in the title of this post. And of course Candy-O and Drive, by the Cars.
I love cars. I love that my daughters love cars. We have this great way of communicating through our car adventures. We all love them and have a good working knowledge on how to fix them and keep them in good condition. How many of you know how to use a claybar? It's fun! And you haven't lived until you've done donuts in a parking lot covered in snow!