As discussed before, my ’74 Baja Bug is a bittersweet
project car that succeeds in simultaneously driving me nuts while making me
grin from ear to ear like a fool. Luckily, during my spring break last week,
the Beetle did nothing but make me smile. On the last day before I shipped back
up to Norman, we pushed the Bug out in to the Texas sunlight as I began the
starting process. After prodding the
worn ignition cylinder multiple times with the freshly cut keys, I stabbed the
starter button repeatedly while stamping on the recalcitrant gas pedal, forcing
me to hold my breath against the acrid gas fumes that began to flood into the
cabin. After 5 minutes of listening to the starter whine, I was ready to give
up and push the bastard back into the garage. However, I kept jabbing the
button, and mercifully, the Beetle coughed to life with a throaty bark. Not wishing to squander
this rare moment of mechanical cooperation, I tossed my Nikon to my dad,
instructing him to film the Beetle in all of its rumbling, air-cooled glory.
Take a look at my infamous MudBug in the video above, lined up next to its
automotive brethren.
P.S More info on the 911 soon. Stay tuned!
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