Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Testerone in the Garage, Estrogen in the Volkswagen

I have heard men complain about living in a house full of women, (meaning a wife and
one or more daughters), like its one drama event after another or he easily gets
overruled by the females in the house. Well I'm here to tell you that living in a house full
of men is no walk in the park either. Whether you're up against estrogen or testosterone,
you're sure to be in for a fight at one time or another when they decide to gang up on
you. Take for example what was referred to as "that goofy Bug" less than a year ago.
What was dorky at one time quickly gained popularity in my house of guys. My husband
has spent the better part of this winter restoring our 79 Super Beetle. Since it is
supposed to be my car, I felt I had somewhat of a say in how the restoration would
occur and what the end product would look like. It started out being pretty cut and dry to
me. The car would be the original color, keeping it as much original as would be
possible. My husband was good about respecting my wishes since, again, it is my car.
Enter my two teenage sons. What started as a pretty straight forward hands-off
restoration became me with bloody knuckles, hanging on to my classic car for dear life. I
should have picked up on the fact that I might be in for a bit of a challenge when, before
the car even went to paint, the stick shift handle had been replaced with a 8 ball. My first
battle was for the fenders. I noticed on Facebook that my older son had posted a picture
of it without the fenders taking a vote on wether or not it should become a "Baja Buggy."
When the fenders were put back on I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I went out in the
garage to find a race car style steering wheel where my classic VW steering wheel had
once been. This was after Tom and Sammy had outfitted it with a stereo and speakers
that could rock out a Hummer. The only reason there isn't an amp and subwoofer is
because the electrical system wouldn't support them (and don't ask me what those
things are, because I really don't have any idea). Most recently Sammy informed me
that he would be driving it as much as possible this summer. Um...I don't think so. Tom
assured me that its still girly, just with a few male touches. And I guess I can put up with
all of the testosterone filling the garage because I know how happy it makes them. So
when the snow melts and I'm on my way down the road in my awesome VW convertible
I'll say my usual morning prayers, thanking God for my wonderful boys.

The finished product: My fully restored '79 Super Beetle

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