After a long day, Jon pulled my vehicle into the garage...and the tires had barely finished their desperate squeal on the polished garage floor when we looked over and saw the VW bug, in the other space silently calling to us. So the four of us unbuckled, scrambled from my car to quickly experience the immediate transportation back in time as we slipped into our 1968 VW. Smiles upon our faces, we pulled out of the driveway. . .and we took a bumpy spin. Just us.