Beetles have always been a part of my family history.

My mother had a Beetle. I used to wave good-bye to my grandmother while greasing up the back windshield.

My great grandparents had a Beetle. I remember being wrapped in a blanket so I couldn't move, then being plopped on the backseat to go to school.

My father is from Germany. Enough said :)

I drove my mother's Beetle when I was old enough. I cried the day I had to stop driving it.

For me, round is the only way to go.