Je suis tombé en amour avec VW Coccinelles à un âge précoce. Mon grand-père avait un noir 1962 Bug. Il me conduire à Brooklyn pour le vieux quartier et de matchs de baseball au Shea staduim. À l'âge très jeune j'ai eu ma première bouffée de fumée d'huile provenant des évents chauffe(comme s'il n'y avait la chaleur) From that point on I was hooked with the “Luft Cooler” VeeDubs. My first VW Beetle was a 1966 in Java Green. Well to be honest I did not even know it was Java Green till I scrubed the layer of brown mold off the paint and interior. Years of sitting under a pine tree had turned it green paint into strange shade of baby poop brown. My mixture of Mr Clean,bleach and dish soap worked wonders to de-slime the paint and interior..My own words “Holy crap it’s green!!!”.. Getting it running was easier than the de-sliming but I learned a valued lesson my 19 year old mind would never forget. Never put a 12 volt battery in a 6 volt car. 1966 was the last year VW used 6 volt systems. Up and running and on the road I had plans of driving millions of miles in my VW. About a week after my VW adventure began I noticed my brakes were getting low..”Hmm maybe needs brake fluid”  Ignoring important things like any other 19 year old I just kept driving. .”Hmm these brakes are getting real low” As I approached a very busy stop sign I pushed on the brakes and the whole pedal box(including the clutch and gas pedal)went flying under the car causing a spark show the Gruccis would be proud of. I watched my young life flash before my eyes. I tried the emergency brake but the handle broke off in my hand. My only other thing to do was shut the engine down and come to a stall in the middle of the intersection. Rolling out of the car like Starsky and Hutch. I looked over at my broken Bug and all I could think was. “Oh man I missed a brown spot on the roof“