If you want a rear-engined car, bite the bullet and buy a 911.
I remember those old beetles. Cute but dangerous. 70 MPH max if you were lucky, and if you slammed on the brakes at that speed, they faded out before you could stop. Freezing cold in the winter, even with the gas heater, which usually failed because they didn’t like leaded gas. Running boards, which carried the heat to the front were the first things to rot out and then no more heat – have a scraper handy for the inside of the windshield!. No gas gauge, flip a lever for a tiny reserve tank and experience range anxiety looking for a gas station, the only car before EVs that could claim this. Windshield washer got pressure from the spare tire, so be careful if you get a flat. etc.
They were all our family could afford from 1956 until 1972 when my dad bought a Buick Electra 225 and promptly started to side swipe everything in sight because he wasn’t used to the size of the car. So I kind of look at them like powdered skim milk on puffed wheat which was a standard staple when I was a kid. As I have said elsewhere, when I was 13 and had 8 younger siblings, all 11 of us would fit in the thing. Dad driving, mom beside him with my youngest sister on her lap, 2-3 in the back cubby and the rest in the back seat. We were all pretty small, I would not have been anywhere 5 feet tall at the time so I guess that was how it worked.
Years ago my neighbour, as a 17 year old wanting to establish a credit rating was able to purchase the same vintage VW and in the very same colour.
Great teenage memories of that car and its distinctive rumble when it appeared in our yard.
I wish I could afford the sticker price to own a refurbished version of one like it today.
If you want a rear-engined car, bite the bullet and buy a 911.
I remember those old beetles. Cute but dangerous. 70 MPH max if you were lucky, and if you slammed on the brakes at that speed, they faded out before you could stop. Freezing cold in the winter, even with the gas heater, which usually failed because they didn’t like leaded gas. Running boards, which carried the heat to the front were the first things to rot out and then no more heat – have a scraper handy for the inside of the windshield!. No gas gauge, flip a lever for a tiny reserve tank and experience range anxiety looking for a gas station, the only car before EVs that could claim this. Windshield washer got pressure from the spare tire, so be careful if you get a flat. etc.
But we still loved them.
They were all our family could afford from 1956 until 1972 when my dad bought a Buick Electra 225 and promptly started to side swipe everything in sight because he wasn’t used to the size of the car. So I kind of look at them like powdered skim milk on puffed wheat which was a standard staple when I was a kid. As I have said elsewhere, when I was 13 and had 8 younger siblings, all 11 of us would fit in the thing. Dad driving, mom beside him with my youngest sister on her lap, 2-3 in the back cubby and the rest in the back seat. We were all pretty small, I would not have been anywhere 5 feet tall at the time so I guess that was how it worked.
You must have the wrong photo. It should resemble a 1979 GMC square body.