It didn’t occur to me at the time quite how ridiculous it was. I was staring at my new car, its engine out and sitting on the driveway, and I planned on driving it across the country to New York City the next day.
The idea sounded simple. My ’73 Volkswagen in New York had gotten so rusty that for what it would cost to fix it up, I could just buy a rust-free VW in California and drive it back home. This proved to be easier said than done.