One Wild Journey, One Crazy Couple, One Life to Live
I think I can officially declare the Bug dead. I look back at the photos we have from when she first arrived to our home.
I have sweet memories of her youthful appearance; her creamy coat and perky demeanor. I smile when I see how she looked in those days – doors open wide as if to call us inside. Round lights looking up at us, waiting to go for a drive.
Now, she has undergone a transformation. I don’t know her anymore. I can no longer see my reflection in her headlamps. Her doors no longer open to embrace us and there is no longer that VW smile on her hood. She seems to have left us.
Her doors, panels, and wheels lay on the floor by the wall, her paint has been sanded down, and her insides are on a table in the ‘motor room’. We need to conduct a quadruple by-pass. Valon has given us a list of everything that needs to be replaced before we can bring her back to life. The list is two pages long. One month to go…. do you think she’ll make it?! Valon keeps telling us it doesn’t look good. As her doctor, he is not instilling much confidence.