By Keith Pereña
I wish it was yellow or pink, my colleague said as we drove around in her black VW. I found the initial colour choices confusing. I was thinking more along the lines of ‘Cherry Red’ or ‘Midnight Blue’. But this wasn’t a Ford Mustang, this was a Volkswagen Beetle — a car that for three generations has been known as a symbol of peace and love wrapped in a four-wheel cutesy package.
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