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"OTOH my son posted a 1972 Karmann Ghia there, saying first one here with a trailer takes it. It was gone in 15 minutes."
Oh my. How long ago was that?
My parents' car when they were newly married was a K Ghia. My mom likes to illustrate the generational tectonic shift in attitudes toward safety by telling the story about bringing my brother (their first-born) home in that car: in a basket... nestled on the passenger floor... beside which you could see the passing road through a gaping rust hole!
There was a very nice orange one in town when I was in high school, owned by an old lady, driven rarely. I once left a note on the windshield: "If you would ever like to sell this car..."
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