My mom had a '68 VW SuperBeetle. Great little car! Put snowtires on it in the winter, and with all that weight over the rear wheels (rear engine, remember?) it would go anywhere!!
My favorite story: a fellow I was dating back then took me to a very posh Scottish New Year's party. As he did not drive, I was the designated driver. Our hosts lived on a rural estate, with quite a steep driveway, which at this time of year, was covered with snow and ice. At the end of the evening, at 2:30 in the morning, our host was outside, still dressed in his formal kilt and sporan and Bonnie Prince Charlie jacket. Now, however, he'd discarded his dancing shoes for wellies (rubber boots to you Yanks) and was towing his guests up the hill with a tractor so they could go home. All these fancy cars...Jags, Mercedes, even a Rolls Royce...all of them needed help.
When my turn came, I just waved him out of the way...."Lookout, here I come!!"....and the little Beetle chugged its way to the top with nary a hitch!
(nostalgic sigh!) Its final moment of glory! The next week, Mom traded it in for a brand new Ford Pinto (Yuck!
) (Remember the exploding gas tank on those babies??)