I kept a propane torch in mine fer thawin out the pedals and their wires.

Broke the clutch cable once. Steve was 6'6" so he operated the clutch on the way home.

Always had "stuff" in the trunk. The heavy cord was useful - tie a piece from each wiper thru the widows and you pull, I pull, repeat.

Put tires the width of which were over the size recommended (the mechanic said it wouldn't work) with studs in em on the back. Frederiction has long, rather steep hills. At 5PM, when the line of vehicles trying - one at a time - to get up the hill on campus was long, I would get in the line. I lived at the bottom of the hill. I'd wait for an opening. When the oncoming lane was clear, I would pull out and zoom up the hill, turn around a come slowly back down past the long line. Kinda cruel but I was young.

Mike had a Mini. In heavy snows, with about a half dozen guys and several boxes of beer and shovels, we'd roam the streets and get people unstuck and on their way.

I used to hunt waaay back and that little Yella Bug would get me darn near anywhere.

Just a few of my Bug stories.