Is it weird that, since I was a child and to this very day, my dream car is a vintage Volkswagen Beetle?
I would absolutely love to own one of these beasts.
[as seen at an apple orchard today where the three of us were apple picking]
For the live of me, I cannot explain why. It's probably all kinds of uncomfortable to sit in, it would be stripped of all the features I've come to rely on in a vehicle, and it's probably expensive as hell to maintain because of the cost of vintage replacement parts.
And yet I still want one.