beetle mania

one friday night, my friends offered to drive me home after a long and enjoyable dinner. it was way past midnight and as we passed along visayas ave., we stopped by a gas station. and there we saw, parked on the station, around twenty or so vintage volkswagen cars of different colors and i guess, year make. it was like beetle car owners formed a fraternity and they had a meeting that night. maybe they meet there every friday and maybe, they race their cars against each other too.

i really can't understand the fascination of men (or boys?) to this type of car. it's too small, doesn't run very fast and spends more time in the repair shop than on the road. but then, maybe they love it so much because it reminded them of their own happy childhood. i think it was the car during the 70s. my cousins had a green beetle when i was very young and i looked forward riding in their car coz my family didn't own a car. i had such wonderful memories in that beetle until one day, when we were parked along laloma (the lechon capital), the back seat suddenly caught fire! good thing the fire was controlled and nobody got hurt but we all went home in a squat position coz the seat was too hot.

i remember one of my friends owned one too. he would talk about it as if it was his precious girlfriend. in fact, i think he talked about it more than his girlfriend. another friend let me and K ride in her own mustard volks on our way back to antipolo during our community rotation. it was a little late and we were along marcos highway, laughing our hearts out (we were a teeny-weeny bit tipsy), when the engine suddenly stopped. in between shock and fits of laughter, we pushed the car until it could jumpstart again. we ended up more tired from all the laughing and giggling than from the actual pushing.