This is the shop area here where I live. The primary activity going on there right now is the fabrication of new iron railings for the rental properties at the other end. Every day a welder comes and pieces new sections together out front.
We also have this project going on inside the shop. It is at a temporary standstill. In the four months that I have lived here, I have seen work done on this Beetle once. We must be awaiting for parts.
The fenders are stored in there somewhere.
This little unit sits among the many semi-retired vehicles parked hither and yon here. The reinforcement of those bumpers for Mexican traffic appeals to me.
However, the best feature of this one is that it has an alarm installed. Every time I walk past this Beetle, I ponder why in the world it would ever occur to anyone to break into it. Maybe large sums of cash were transported in it.
I keep my eyes open for a classic such as this one that has those teardrop shaped turn signals mounted on top of the front fenders. I love that touch and wish it had never been abandoned. This is a 1972 model.
Again, the history of the Beetle in México.