Keith’s rides Part 2: Um, there’s water splashing through the floorboards

[This is the second of several blog entries on the cars and other vehicles I have driven. It may or may not be of interest. Enjoy. Or not. It’s your choice. – KM]

A cousin and his wife moved into the log cabin next to my childhood home and one of the vehicles they owned was an orange Volkswagen Bug. I don’t recall the year. I just recall that the heater in the VW Bug my father owned years before wasn’t much of a heater, a necessity in the cold, dark North Woods of Maine.

Anyway, it came time for Phil to buy a new vehicle and my family bought the Bug.

My father painted it a grayish color and made repairs, including tacking up the floorboards that had corroded over the years under the onslaught of salt and sand distributed on the winter roads to make them passable.

I drove that Bug for a while, when the weather was not too cold or too wet – despite my father’s welding job, water would splash into the passenger compartment when I drove through puddles or streams.

It was a rough ride for the frost-heave-formed Maine roads, but it was mine.

Childhood friends Jeff and Todd came along with me for a ride one summer day. We loaded the Bug with snacks, fishing gear and beer – we were all 18, the drinking age in Maine at the time. Jeff or Todd brought along a battery-powered 8-track player – yes, I am old enough to have listened to music on an 8-track player – and some tapes. We rolled through the North Woods in that Bug, splashing through puddles and streams, fishing for brook trout, listening to the Steve Miller Band on 8-track, and sipping American lager.

We made it all seem a bit classier by pretending the Bug was a Porche and the player was a Jensen.

That Bug didn’t have much of a heater either. And every so often I had to crack open the hood – yep, at the rear of the car – to gap the points in order to start the car.

I don’t recall to whom my parents sold the car, but it may have gone directly to the Portage Hills Country Club to be used as a tractor. Yep, a golf course tractor.

 Rides of My Life … so far

Part 1: Jeep Commando

Part 2: VW Bug

Part 3: Dodge Duster

Part 4: Chevrolet Caprice Classic

Part 5: Nissan pickup

Part 6: Suzuki Sidekick

Part 7: Isuzu Rodeo

Part 8: Honda CRV



7 responses to “Keith’s rides Part 2: Um, there’s water splashing through the floorboards

  1. Pingback: Keith’s rides Part 3: Getting stuck in the Duster while getting a box of sand « Letters From Away

  2. Pingback: Keith’s rides, Part 4: From Maine to California, my cars have been, well, just cars « Letters From Away

  3. Pingback: Keith’s rides Part 5: Driving a Nissan pickup into the ground to end up with a Sidekick « Letters From Away

  4. Pingback: Keith’s rides, Part 6: Riding a golf cart and being splattered by pig doo « Letters From Away

  5. Pingback: Keith’s rides, Part 1: My first ‘status symbol’ was a Jeep Commando « Letters From Away

  6. Pingback: Keith’s ride, Part 7: V-6 under the hood and ready to ride « Letters From Away

  7. Pingback: Keith’s ride, Part 8: So far, the road ends with a Honda CRV « Letters From Away

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