Somewhere on the NJ Turnpike, we came across this old "people's car":
VW Type III. Vintage unknown, but the model was only made from '61 to '73, so it's almost certainly older than I am...
There's an interesting family story with the VW. Mom G. desperately wanted a VW Bug in the '60s. She inherited her stature from her mother (she claims 5' 2" but I think that's standing on something, like a ladder. Just kidding mom!), and the cars of the period were just too large for her liking.
Well, Dad G. was a Mass state trooper, and had apparently seen too many rollover accidents involving the Bug, so he persuaded Mom to get a Saab 99 instead. It was safer, had that newfangled front wheel drive, and (most importantly) Dad was friends with a local Saab dealer that gave him a great deal on a gently used 99.
Mom loved it. Even though it had a two-stroke engine and required adding oil to the gas tank (really! It made filling up the tank somewhat of an ordeal for Mom, because she would tell the attendant to put in "exactly 8 gallons and this quart of oil" to be told, in condescending tones, that "Oil doesn't go in the gas tank, ma'am"...)
Interestingly enough, Dad loved it, too. He liked it so much, when his Mustang finally rotted out, he replaced it with another 99. He had that little 99 during the Blizzard of '78, when entire highways were shut down because the snow removal equipment couldn't keep up with the storm. Dad finished his shift at the airport, went out to the parking lot, and got the Saab moving through the snow, making it all the way home when everyone else was stranded.
Obviously insanity runs in the family...
That is all.