I enjoyed reading Speedy Jim's VW stories on his website. I particularly liked his story on the Overzealous Car Wash. I suppose everyone has at least one or more VW stories to tell.
Here's one of the many in my life. Back in the late 70's I had a stock '66 beetle, it was my major form of transportation. I took it everywhere, even to Tijuana where the Mexican people worship these cars. In anycase, I made a run to the local drugstore to purchase a few items. The store parking lot was on a slight incline, and the incline increased as you got further away from the store. I parked my VW in one of the spaces and hurried into the store forgetting to set the parking brake or putting the car into gear. Guess you know what happen next. About 15 minutes later I came out of the drugstore and looked for my car. My first thought was; "Damn, my car was stolen!" Then as I looked around, I see my car at the bottom of the parking lot about a good 60 yards away from where I parked it. I ran to see if there was any damage, walking around the car, carefully examining the metal. Not a scratch! I took a glance back at where I originally parked, and to this day don't know how she missed all those other parked cars.
Back in the '70's in TJ, I remember getting gas, popping the hood to fill. This middle aged Mexican attendant comes running out to check out my car. "Or-ridg-a-NEL, Or-ridg-a-NEL???" as he pointed to the headliner. "What year EH?" I reply '66. "SixxTY-SIX!!!" as he whistled to his co-workers to check out my ride; "SixxTY-SIX EH!" I never seen anything like that before, it was a pretty awesome experience.
-tom