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Show that service record and photo album to everyone
who visits, as if were pictures of a brand new baby (only better).
Explain to my SO that my VW IS my baby.
Learn to recite in my head my VWs entire
maintenance schedule so I can do it while brushing my teeth.
Know that there is no such thing as borrowing
oil.
Know exactly how many miles I have left to drive
before I run out of gas.
Have all the necessary parts and tools ready for when
(if) I break down.
Know all the phone numbers you need to call if you
cant fix it.
Learn how to sleep in my VW.
Learn how to push my VW.
Learn how to drive my VW with a broken clutch cable.
Make sure the top five phone numbers on all my phone
lists are VW-related.
My desk at work has VW related items on it.
My computer at work has a scanned picture of my VW as
background wallpaper.
Make sure that when anyone at work has a problem with
their VW, or want to buy one, or even want to know about them, I am the first person they
ask.
Ensure that the work lunch room has plenty of VW
magazines to balance the boring New Ideas and Women's Weekly.
Be the only one to add or take fluids to or from my
VW, and only the best stuff at that.
Insist, when pulled over by the cops, that my VW
couldnt possibly have been going that fast.
When the cop looks in the engine bay, mention that the
engine is completely stock, even those twin Webers that were a special rare factory
fitting for VWs sold in Pooncarie.
When replacing the muffler, keep the urge to go for a
drive up the road without an exhaust down to only a couple of trips.
When the neighbours keep me awake at night with a loud
party, I will use the following morning at 7am to remove my exhaust and check the RPM
limit.
And finally, understand that I am a VW nut and not
everyone understands why I eat, drink, breathe, stink and sleep Volkswagens. I only accept
that I do, and therefore will act and behave accordingly.
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