My first car was a 65 VW Bug named Chauncey. It had a crank sunroof, and was sea foam green. By the time I had driven it for over 25 years, it had damage all around: all four fenders and the hood and engine cover. It had a lot of personality!
When I married my hubby, I sold most everything that did not fit in the moving van, including my beloved Chauncey. We moved cross country from California to Oklahoma to set down new roots. That’s what love will do to you….
The only thing we kept that did not fit in the moving van was my 1991 Chevy Blazer that we pulled behind the U-Haul. I figured the Chevy was newer, and would last longer. (The dang practical side of me decided that.) Practicality speaking, it was a good decision, my Chevy Blazer is still going strong.
But, boy oh boy, I miss Chauncey.
(I had a lot of fun in this car, so I’m going to put this post in the “Entertainment” category.)