This post about a bug and kombi graveyard from the inspiring tinagray.me has made me remember a little Mustard yellow 1600 Superbug Volkswagon that I grew up with. Dad bought it in 1973 and it was sold to a 'yuppie' businessman in Sydney. I think it was about 1989. A few tears were shed that day. We called it Herbie.
I remember how you used to run on the smell of an oily rag. When we arrived home mum would stop you abruptly and then wait for the slosh sound of the petrol in the tank and say you’re good for a little while yet.