A blue bug was my first car. It was a 1968 VW bug with air conditioning (I think a first in ’68). It was a brand new car that my brother dented before I even got to see it. My parents picked it up at the dealership while I was away for the weekend as a surprise on my return home. My older brother decided to take it into NY City for the evening, not bothering to familiarize himself with the instrument panel. While looking for the directional signal, he hit a parked car. Of course, the fender was fixed but the paint never quiet matched which really annoyed me. To this day I mentioned it to him to keep him humble.
