Found this picture in the archives--me driving my 1973 Volkswagen Super Beetle. I think of the many mornings I drove it to work in a snowstorm. It never stranded me. It was so loud you couldn't hear the radio (but it did scare the deer), the heater didn't work, keeping me alert, and the windshield wipers only had one speed: slow. I drove and sometimes pushed this car until the day a passenger slammed the door and the floor fell out. Valiant little car.
Still, on days like today, I miss it.
photo Joe Daily's Scrapbook