I loved that car and for 5 years (and 5 times as many repairs) it was the only car I need to travel all over Oregon.
Then, I moved to Vermont.
Kermit (because it definitely was not easy been a '72 green coupe) survived 5 Oregon winters and countless trips over Mt. Hood because they use volcanic ash on the icy road in Oregon. But, he would not have survived one winter in Vermont. The salt used on the roads would have eaten him alive.
And if you are going to have a car that you can only drive 3 months of the year, it should not be a coupe; a convertible definitely. So it was time to say good bye to Kermit.
Now, as a mom of three cruising around in my swagger wagon, I dream of the day when I will once again own Karmann Ghia.
In the meantime, my energy has shifted from fixing up a vintage car to fixing up a vintage home (sounds better than old home).
This blog will chronicle our journey of renovating and restoring our 1851 farmhouse, as well as, exploring the many ways of restoring, reusing, and salvaging all things vintage in the built environment.