I have a sad, sad story about it, too. It was my mother's beetle. We used to drive 20 minutes to the rink where she worked. Of course, the darn thing wouldn't warm up until we were 5 minutes away. It was worse on the way home when we were already cold LOL.
I loved that thing. I did all of my learning to drive in it. They surprised me by giving it to me for my birthday. Wheeee!!!!!
Two weeks later I was coming home from work. I hit a bad icy patch on a bridge. I crossed over the cement median and ended up smashed on the railing on the other side. I wasn't the only one to crash there that night.
We tried to have it fixed, but the bug was dead. Broke the back axel. Smashed in the engine. Actually, considering that I wasn't belted in I was probably lucky to walk away with no injuries.
Sigh. That was one great car.