anvil hanging onto my eyelids.

While waiting for my hair to dry up and my eyelids to get heavy enough to drop down so heavy until i have to "CATERPILLAR" it up using my finger to make a slit through so that i can atleast see my way while walking from my computer to my bed--2 steps away, i've decided to sit in front of my super-bright monitor for a bloggin session. BUT now,  even before i can figure out today's topic, my eyelids are already a tonnes's weight in less than 10 minutes.
 
well, i've always wanted to share, the joy of being in a beetle. As one of the Patek-Phillippe advert's tagline says :" You never actually own a Patek-Phillipe, you merely look after it for the next generation",  applied to the Veedub ,u'll have to agree with me, that undeniably, the Veedub, had become some sort of a cult object, if not, an iconic status, or simply,to me, a symbol of ever-green
 
the Joy of being With a beetle, is first, about appreciating the outer look of the whole vehicle, which i'd prefer to refer to, as a "masterpiece" , is not posh, not arrogant, and certainly not something that you'd want to have if you need a car to represent your now-obviously-pathetic social-status. No,  the Veedub is simply Ferdinand's masterpiece  and to some extent, i believe theres a compliment to the female-body's seducing curves . and really, i still dont get tired staring at it for 1 hour just sitting there.
 
the Joy of driving in a beetle, is the Joy of listening to the loud engine combustions going *dub-dub-dub-dub-dub* deep,clear and crisp. It is also the joy everytime you get to see your passengers getting all excited and cheered up nomatter how many times they had been in a beetle before, u'll be tempted to call it the laugh-bug.The best thing that i love, is when you get to meet fellow veedubs on the road, we always greet each other, with our cheeky honks and beeps, and for a moment, the world seems to be a little bit merrier. and the day just seems to be a whole lot better.
 
To me, to own a beetle, is like a dream come true, and when i run my palm over the perfect curves of the whole masterpiece, it feels like i'm running my palm over the surface of the wings of an angel, making out the shape of his/her body with my touch,----seemingly unreal and simply unutterable.
Well it's not that i'd be getting an erection after doing that, But trust me, that's what you feel when you finally have your dream car, you cant get your eyes and hands off it. i'm fortunate enough to have a chance to realise one of my dreams so soon, some people never got to own their dream car at all, some dont even have a dream.
 
now why dont we all pratice not to stop dreaming? --"To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also Dream; Not only to plan, but also believe"--anatole France.
good nite.