It's quite common we have to re-start the car at a round-about, but it's normal now. The convertible top literally pops off--there are snaps that keep it in place and the gas meter works on its own time. BJ guessed he was out of gas and luckily when we stopped, he was 4 liters shy of empty. If you don't slam Fee's door, it'll pop open. The sound system, which was an added luxury, has a loose speaker that sits and rattles on the passenger floor. The horn, which can only be sung by connecting a protruding wire to a remnant metal base on the steering wheel, sounds like a muffled dying animal. Sounds complicated, but it's only used for embarassment. Don't for a second question whether or not there's AC or heat. In this car, the inside is the outside. The muffler is loose, so naturally there is a constant rattle underneath Fee. The start is so loud, BJ pushed Fee out of the trailer park at 3 am before climbing Mt. Warning so that we didn't wake the whole campground. There is no power steering, but the brakes and blinkers work! This morning Fee died briefly from overheating, but no worries...he's back in action. A robust, 2-door, 4-seater Golf; Fee turns heads wherever he goes. We thought it was only appropriate to paint a picture of Fee so you get a little feel for what its like to journey with this car. Brady compared the experience to Disney's Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. I'm at a loss for words. Regardless, we've decided we love Fee. It definitely adds some humor and spice to our trip. No doubt there's more to come...
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Ode to Fee
Fee is BJ's bright blue 1977 Volkswagen Cabriolet. It's an understatement to say this car merely has a personality. Fee's windshield wipers go constantly, rain or shine. A short circuit means his headlights don't work. Luckily when we found ourselves driving in the dark, the brights would turn on only if BJ held them down. Because the car is manual; holding the lights, steering, and changing gears isn't possible to do at the same time so more times than not Brady and I are cringing as we see absolutely nothing in front of us--the joys of a poorly lit Aussie back road. The push start often needs a good pep talk and constant attention since the engine turns off randomly. 
It's quite common we have to re-start the car at a round-about, but it's normal now. The convertible top literally pops off--there are snaps that keep it in place and the gas meter works on its own time. BJ guessed he was out of gas and luckily when we stopped, he was 4 liters shy of empty. If you don't slam Fee's door, it'll pop open. The sound system, which was an added luxury, has a loose speaker that sits and rattles on the passenger floor. The horn, which can only be sung by connecting a protruding wire to a remnant metal base on the steering wheel, sounds like a muffled dying animal. Sounds complicated, but it's only used for embarassment. Don't for a second question whether or not there's AC or heat. In this car, the inside is the outside. The muffler is loose, so naturally there is a constant rattle underneath Fee. The start is so loud, BJ pushed Fee out of the trailer park at 3 am before climbing Mt. Warning so that we didn't wake the whole campground. There is no power steering, but the brakes and blinkers work! This morning Fee died briefly from overheating, but no worries...he's back in action. A robust, 2-door, 4-seater Golf; Fee turns heads wherever he goes. We thought it was only appropriate to paint a picture of Fee so you get a little feel for what its like to journey with this car. Brady compared the experience to Disney's Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. I'm at a loss for words. Regardless, we've decided we love Fee. It definitely adds some humor and spice to our trip. No doubt there's more to come...
It's quite common we have to re-start the car at a round-about, but it's normal now. The convertible top literally pops off--there are snaps that keep it in place and the gas meter works on its own time. BJ guessed he was out of gas and luckily when we stopped, he was 4 liters shy of empty. If you don't slam Fee's door, it'll pop open. The sound system, which was an added luxury, has a loose speaker that sits and rattles on the passenger floor. The horn, which can only be sung by connecting a protruding wire to a remnant metal base on the steering wheel, sounds like a muffled dying animal. Sounds complicated, but it's only used for embarassment. Don't for a second question whether or not there's AC or heat. In this car, the inside is the outside. The muffler is loose, so naturally there is a constant rattle underneath Fee. The start is so loud, BJ pushed Fee out of the trailer park at 3 am before climbing Mt. Warning so that we didn't wake the whole campground. There is no power steering, but the brakes and blinkers work! This morning Fee died briefly from overheating, but no worries...he's back in action. A robust, 2-door, 4-seater Golf; Fee turns heads wherever he goes. We thought it was only appropriate to paint a picture of Fee so you get a little feel for what its like to journey with this car. Brady compared the experience to Disney's Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. I'm at a loss for words. Regardless, we've decided we love Fee. It definitely adds some humor and spice to our trip. No doubt there's more to come...
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OMG, girls, are you CRAZY! Laura, that rattletrap has to be worse than Lucy in New Zealand! And I can't believe you whined about how old Acci was at Salem, and it was much newer and nicer than either Fee or Lucy!
Even though it says Laura posted that blog, I believe Katie really wrote it. Good piece of descriptive narrative! You should pursue a career in which your writing skills could be utilized. You're damned good, Katie!
This sounds like the car from "Little Miss Sunshine." I like your style!
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