|The 1974 Volkswagon Karman Ghia|
|I just love that grill|
Originally designed in 1953 by Luigi Segre, as a classier high-end version of the Beetle. It was well-received as a prototype and went into production in 1955. What I love most is that gorgeous tiny double grill and the fact this baby manages to be cute and stylish at the same time, with a profile reminiscent of a 50s Jaguar.
"Of all the classic cars to be your dream car, why this one?" I hear you ask... The primary reason — most classic cars, though beautiful in themselves, are somewhat "over the top". I mean, I love tail fins as much as the next girl, but for me, the Karmann Ghia is "just enough".
So why the random post about a car? For no particular reason today, I went on carsales.com.au and randomly looked it up. I found 3 in WA, and as fate would have it, this one was ORANGE! It was $20,000 too, by the way. It's times like this that I kick myself for not being able to drive yet. But anyway, I don't normally go to car websites, so this could have been destiny! Kidding, kidding. Seriously though, I could totally see myself driving this baby... And before everyone goes and poops all over my dreams, I know that parts are probably hard to find/expensive and they most likely take loads of money and maintenance to keep on the road. But I can always dream... ^_^
|The 1978 Vespa 150cc Sprint — my first love (via my old phone's dodgy camera)|
|Or the "orange death-trap", as my dad called it|
Ah, we first met in the winter of '09, through the window of Planet Video. But unfortunately, it was not to be. My dad wasn't quite as smitten as I was. He wasn't so much against me buying a scooter, it was more the fact that it'd be hard to find parts and stuff... But all I heard was: "Blah blah blah death-trap, blah blah blah where are you going to find parts, huh? Blah blah blah NO!!!", except in Serbian. So from there, I spent many months trying to forget my sorrow and piece together the fragments of my broken heart. Looking at these photos again, I feel a slight twinge of sadness even still. My first love, however fleeting it may have been, will remain with me forever...