4/8 One of the things you see a lot in Florida is car shows. Wherever there is a park, or an outdoor parking lot, a collection of vintage Chevys is likely to appear before too long. On Sunday we went to one that was dedicated to old Volkswagons. There were hundreds of them there, lovingly restored by clearly deranged enthusiasts who all seemed determined to pour huge amounts of money that they will never recoup into these reminders of their lost youth. VW’s, in particular, seem to inspire fierce loyalty from owners, and even former owners like me. For a lot of us, they were our first cars, and probably represented freedom, mobility, and independence to our adolescent psyches. And when you see them now, all these years later, they still exert a pull on the heartstrings. You can say what you want about those darn Nazis, and some of it is probably even true; but they knew how to make cute little cars, didn’t they?