I’d never driven on a road as bad as I-84 that January night. The Beetle’s feeble headlights dimly illuminated the endless washboard ice and packed snow, and the car rattled relentlessly. It felt like every bone in our bodies did, too. And, boy, was it cold, with temps in the single digits. My wool socks and long underwear weren’t enough. I cursed my decision to drive this Beetle from Oregon to Michigan rather than ship it.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.hagerty.com/articles-videos/articles/2018/08/01/oregon-to-michigan-in-a-vw-beetle