In the 60's, in the middle of the "Hippie" movement, I caught the bug.  The real Bug.  I talked Ken into a brand new Volkswagen camper.  That huge flat nosed rectangular box "Bug."  Aerodynamics were nonexistent.  You can't get one of those boxes up to speed with a flat front.

I was enamored by the advertising.  It was a house on wheels that we could drive cross country, which was a regular occurrence in the Marine Corps.  Throw the kids in the back and off you go.  Reality was another thing, however.  

It had no passing gear; well, it did, it jus took 10 minutes to activate.  And you didn't want to jerk or swerve the thing, it might roll over.  As an automobile, it wasn't very effective.  Unless you were a hippie.  I almost rear-ended a semi trying to stop it on Hy.1 in Virginia.  Floored the brakes, threw Becky--who was in the back of the bug--into the table (Yes, table) split her head open and ended up in the emergency room.  It could have killed her.

We moved from Virginia for South Carolina in it, and then went on to Oklahoma to see family.  When we finally, (Finally) got there averaging 5 miles an hour (maybe 10mph) Ken let us all out at my folks house and said, "This thing has to go.  I'll be back soon," and left us there.

He came back in a brand new 1963 Chevrolet sedan--loaded.  It was the floor room special of that year.  Gold, to celebrate 50 year.  Their 50 years in production.  Every dealer got one (1) to sell.  We got Pryor's dealer special.  It was special alright.  Don't try and sell a bug in the middle of a conservative town where everyone drives a Ford. There isn't much to trade "up" to. 

Ken never said I was stupid for wanting a VW camper.  He simply got rid of it.  Good riddance. I never again suggested what car we should buy. It's expensive.