Living in the Past with My Bug

I have been driving the '72 Texas Yellow Bug much more than average this summer.

In 25-some years I have only put a few thousand miles on it.

This morning on the way to Mass I was reminded of a great old Mott the Hoople song which featured the inimitable sounds of a VW engine cranking up, revving and up-shifting and the ratcheting sound of the setting of the parking brake as that sweet, sputtery engine note died off. They got the horn wrong, but otherwise it was and is a great song.

It's called "Drivin' Sister Rock and Roll" and was written by Ian Hunter.

Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay'
Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way
Her mother got bust on a 88
And her brother got stuck on my number plate

Hey mister bartender won't you gimme some wine
I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time
He put five gallons in my petrol tank
You know we just about made it but her breath sure stank yeah

Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
She's got feel on the wheel
Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
She don't make with no brakes

Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
She's an automobeat on the street
Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
She's much too much on the clutch

Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
She got her feet on the wheel
Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
She don't make with no brakes

I said drive, drive, drive, drive
And drive little sister drive
I said drive, drive, drive, drive
And drive little sister, drive on.

Cheers!