I’m pretty excited, sitting here at the airport. I think it’s apparent, because so far two women have changed seats to be away from me and a mom warned her child to steer clear of ‘that weird little man.’ But I don’t care. I’m on my way to the a big Beetle festival and a museum I’ve wanted to visit ever since i was a car-geeky kid.
The Beetle festival is called the Beetle Sunshine Tour, a Volkswagen event that, I’ll be honest, I don’t know all that much about, yet. I think it’s more Euro-focused (I believe I’m the only US journalist headed over), and while it may be to showcase modern, Golf-in-costume Beetles, I was assured there would be plenty of the old clattery air-cooled VWs I love.