Old Tradition, New Car

My daddy brought home a curious looking little rounded gray car back about 1959. It was the first Volkswagen most of us had seen back then and it was quite a conversation starter. A subsequent yellow beetle convertible was what I learned to drive in, and I loved it. As an adult I had one beetle and a white squareback then sadly...no more. Today I made a big decision and bought another Volkswagen, this time a Passat, a roomier one with a smoother ride. I think I will love it, too.