The Fusca has been a part of the Friburgo landscape for as long as I can remember. They seem to have been a favorite with the farmers and the forest people since they came onto the used car market.
No matter how old, how rusted, how many parts seem to be missing, you could see them tooling along the roads, dependably getting their owners where they need to be. Easy to park, manual transmissions all, inexpensive to operate, longevity way back in their ancestry. Always and still are a car for the people.
Over the years I have seen them around in all sort of conditions. They seem to have been mostly white or beige. No frills, wearing their original faded paint, often missing back seats, floor boards, bumpers or fenders but doing their jobs with pride non-the-less.
Maybe six months ago, although it might have stated much sooner than that, I began to notice snappy new paint jobs; flashy colors: bright red to bright pink, midnight blue to baby blue, forest green to olive drabs; bits of fresh chrome had been added, running boards, and custom covered seats. There are two shops that I know of just in Mury that specialize in bringing life back to these little cars. Taking parts from one to make up for the loss on another.
Until they can sell a new and shiny Fusca, in any color you might like.
The new models can’t come close to competing with these babies as far as I am concerned. It is almost worth learning to drive stick just to be able to buy myself one – I think in Turquoise. No burgundy….. No that orange one is really my favorite. No maybe deep fire-engine RED!