The Other Woman is a Volkswagon

Fellow Volkswagen widows I ask you how long can it possibly take to fix that dang thing? It seems like my garage has been covered with Bug parts for the entire summer and it doesn’t look like I am getting my laundry room back anytime soon.  My hubby is rebuilding the engine in his precious bug, which I have named “The Beast” for a number of reasons.  First of all it is ugly. Smashed up and rusting in about a million places.  The second reason is the fact that the shocks are hard as a rock and every time I ride in the dang thing my kidneys hurt for a week.  The ride is the third reason.  Why is it that the guys think that they have to drive their Volkswagen like it is an Indy Car? Every single bump needs to be taken at fifteen miles an hour over the posted limit.  What is the point?

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