Thanks for bringing this book to our collective attention. My Dad was a VW squareback guy who got his new cars via European delivery. We'd travel around Europe for the summer and then he'd ship the cars out of Bremen for pickup in Vancouver BC. I got to help him clean off the cosmoline, or whatever the hell it was they coated the car with to protect it while at sea, when it finally got home to Seattle. I didn't realize until later that I was a lucky kid to spend my summer every couple of years like that.
In June 1970, we picked up the newly introduced VW Type 4. It was a 4-speed European model with US-spec seatbelts and glass so it could be imported. The only available car was originally destined for France. Being a WW-II vet, my Dad wasn't too thrilled at first to be driving French-plated car with yellow headlights through Germany, but we never had any problems
That's the car I learned to drive in and I've favored manual transmissions ever since. I thought it handled like a bus, but I wasn't all that picky being I didn't have my own car at the time. I won several bets with skeptical friends when I told them it didn't have a carburetor.
- MR