"Camouflage Beetle"
Battered, dusted and sun-stained ... riding old rubber treads - out of sight next to the oil spotted gruffness that makes up the open road. The Camouflage Beetle blends in and mumbles by, unbeknownst to other cars.
Looking at the sultry 1960s expression and pokey headlights, gives you a sense of character - born of nazi-germany but liberated by the peace movement, steeped in flower people art and adolescence. Leather seats busting with soul ... singing out the sunroof on the wind.
The sprit of freedom will never die... the love is too strong to keep it off the road, under tarps and un-shined. Greasy hands will keep it together and pumping on down the line.
Enjoy。
-Brendan Arthur Ring