As long as we're telling piece-of-shit VW stories, my first car was a '66 Beetle. My dad bought it because he was convinced it had 47k original miles on it, despite the odometer only going up to 99,999, and low mileage was the only thing he knew to look for in a car. The car sat in a barn for 20 years maybe, with oil in the engine I presume, and it had visible signs of moss growing on the body. The guy we bought it from tried to fix it some before cutting his losses and selling it to a fool (my dad). Before he did that he installed an extra fuse in the rear for some reason that would repeatedly blow, usually on hot days when I had to crawl under it in 100 degree heat to replace the fuse 5 or 10 times before it would start. It also blew two cylinders on the last day of sophomore year requiring a half assed repair that was about as much as he'd paid for it. I drove it for about two years and bought a '78 Nova because I was sick of that piece. My dad lugged that thing from Alabama to Arkansas to Georgia before selling it for too much after running a free ad for it for over a year. He got back what he put into it and traded that for a large amount of respect from me and my mother.