Almost every family history includes a VW Beetle sooner or later, including mine. In 1961, my father bought his first car, a gray-blue metallic-colored VW Beetle 1200, built in 1958. The sturdy Beetle did its job for over eight years, during which time it had its fenders replaced several times, and there wasn't much else to repair, even after half a rollover in winter.
After a few years, the original color gave way to a shade of white, sprayed on by the owner. The "indicators" had to make way for more modern indicators. At that time, the vehicle did not have seat belts, so it would not have been possible to transport six or more people at the same time. We children often stayed in the recess behind the rear seats so that the older ones could be accommodated in the "normal" seats. Many a pass was climbed and many a journey undertaken with the roll-top roof open. The Beetle never got too hot and when others were steaming with exhaustion, it drove on tirelessly. However, it wasn't really that fast, the recommended speeds of 120 to 140 km/h on the still unrestricted Swiss highways were beyond its capabilities. I actively helped my father with the "do-it-yourself" maintenance - there's no other way to explain how I managed to empty the entire contents of the oil filter over my clothes.
In 1969, Beetle number one had to make way for a slightly modernized successor, a brand new white VW 1300. Well, the old car didn't leave us straight away, it stood outside the house for a while and was supposed to protect the new beauty during the winter. Soon we children took over the old Beetle, stuck Herby stripes over its hood and played car racing. Our version of the "Le Mans start" looked something like this: Race to the car on "go", roll down all (two) windows, open the sunroof, put it in gear and roar off, with lots of "hum-rum" coming from the vocal organ. Later, my father let me drive around the meadow in a gravity-driven Beetle. That was my first "real" driving experience.
Soon the '58 Beetle was no longer any good as a winter car and ended up in the scrapyard. After five years, the new one gave way to a Datsun, and by the mid-seventies only die-hard fans were still buying a Beetle. I wonder if it is still among the survivors, now with classic car status?
Do you also have a Beetle story to tell? We are curious!