The next thing you know, we're talking Beetles, turbo engines, color rims, the location of the engine and all things old school and new bugs. I get nods of agreement that, like the designated hitter, automatic Volkswagens just shouldn't be sold. Though I guess I should be glad they're not, because I probably wouldn't be able to drive mine if it had a clutch.
It's one of those things that if you're a shy person, might drive you nuts. However, just about every person I know with a new Beetle seems to be the bubbly, outgoing sort.
It seems that it's the rims on my car that tip the guys over from just looking at it and admiring to actually telling me. Friends with stock colors tell me they only seem to hear those words from teens.
As it happened again today, I had to smile that whether I'm pumping gas or grabbing a meal, someone feels the urge to tell me that they like my car.
Just like I do.