But when I drove it, in spite of its rattles, it appealed to
me. It was kind of like the Love Bug, Herby, begging for another chance. So, I bought it on a nostalgic impulse and
towed it home.
When I hooked it to my truck and pulled away from the house
where I found it, the wife of its previous owner stood on the porch and
applauded. She was happy to see it go, an eyesore removed from her driveway. When I showed it to one of my friends, he
asked if I found it at the bottom of a lake.
My wife is understanding and allows me these little follies, but made it
clear I had to clean it up.
I took it to a body shop where they took one look at it and
said, “We don’t do that kind of work.”
But they pointed me to someone who did body work in his backyard and had
experience with old VWs. He walked
around my bug, examined it carefully and announced, “I’m not afraid of
it.” That sealed the deal. Mark helped me with a cheap makeover.
I now drive my VW bug to run errands. Last week the gas gauge registered a quarter
of a tank. I left home without my
billfold, but thought surely I had enough gas to return home. But the bug was just kidding about the gas. At a major intersection the electric fuel
pump went wild gasping for gas. The
engine gave a few last chugs and then I was stuck, an old guy blocking traffic
in an old bug.
Cars continued to whiz past.
Spying a Shell station a couple of blocks in the distance, I crawled out
and started pushing. These old bugs are
light and, if it is an even or downhill slant, not too hard to get them rolling. After I had pushed it for about a block, a
car pulled up, a young man jumped out and started pushing, then another joined
him. They insisted I get inside and steer.
Apparently my efforts were slowing them down. They shoved me across the
street and up the drive where I rolled to a stop next to the gas pump.
A woman stopped and said she just wanted to say that the
scene had restored her faith in humanity. I guess it helped mine as well. Both the young men quickly disappeared before
I could offer them anything, not that I could since I had forgotten my
billfold.
It reminded me that sometimes life is just about being nice,
and that there are a lot of nice people in the world willing to give a hand … or
a push. (Philippians 2:3-5).
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