My dad liked to go car shopping. Sometimes he was just looking, other times he was in earnest. It was hard to tell which. He'd worked for his father as a teen at the Ford dealership his dad owned in Papillion, Nebraska, so he knew the car business well. One weekend in early 1973 my father asks if I want to go look at a car with him. Sure, I liked the sound of that. He was responding to a want ad in the Cincinnati Enquirer for a 1972 Golf 2002 with low miles. We met the young man at his place in Mt. Adams. (very hilly -- Cincinnati's own San Francisco -- complete with longhaired liberals; shocking for conservative Cincinnati) I had no idea what this screaming yellow car was. I'd never seen a BMW or a roundel before. I recall sitting in it for the first time. I KNEW it was German by its spartan interior and slightly VW Beetle-ish smell. Well, Gordon dropped the hammer and pealed out. I was surprised at how aggressively he drove it down one hill, up another, making sharp turns at high speeds. Hmmmm, could this be a boxy sports car? I was confused. In fact, I did not "get it" until 1975 when I learned to drive in dad's prized 2002. YEAH, now I get it. This is fun. No Buicks, no Mercurys, no Chevys for me, no thanks! Anyhow, dad haggled as only he could and purchased it for $3500.
When I bought one in 2003, I had started out wondering: "Are there any 2002's left?" I hadn't seen one for years and years. Out of curiosity, I looked on EBayMotors to see if one, maybe two existed somewhere out there. There must have been 20 that day. Surprise! They were not all that expensive either ..... "Hey Mary! Do you think maybe I could get one? ...." It wasn't long before I had bought one for $3500. I was the same age my father had been when he got his. Meant to be??