Well...on page three of this thread (2009) I posted about running into my first car again (1969 Karmann Ghia) after losing sight of it for around 10 years.
Fast forward almost 10 years....
BIL told me my nephew has been helping his friend work on, (while learning new ways to say fuck) a ghia that he found rusting away some distance north of here.
Told him they better check to see if it was mine by looking at the rear windows (tiny roses etched in the corners) or unscrewing the driver's side door sill and flipping it over...(I wrote my name on the underside of it).
They found my name 2 days ago.
My nephew and his friend are in for a world of pain.
I never owned a car as frustrating as that one was.