Back in the 60s my first car was a bright yellow beetle. I loved that car. I stuck big black foot-prints on the bonnet running up over the roof to the back. It was actually the family car and not just mine but it was my colour and I was the one who loved it most. Me, my husband, two kids and a big German Shepherd (the doggy kind) and camping equipment, food and clothes, all fitted in that beetle for long trips to folk festivals. Then two of us slept in it. Come to think of it the dog loved that car too.

Later, in the 80s, (after leaving my first husband) True-love and I had a red Combi with blue and red flashing lights and fake-ocelot fur covered gun racks. The fur also covered the whole interior including the gear shift. Looked as though a long-legged furry animal had been run over and its legs had got stuck through the floor. The decor had been the work of the previous owner -- I hasten to add.
Joy