This is me in 1976 with my self-painted [no really] VW beetle, and our black labrador Sheba. This is the car that cousin Gill, friend Jude and myself travelled around Europe in. I remember my father sensibly suggesting it might be a good idea to check that I could change the wheels in case I had a puncture. Advice that was of course ignored. I did have brake problems though, this involved crossing the Alps with just a handbrake and the gears for braking...
No comments:
Post a Comment