As I drove a New Beetle in Manhattan, people shouted, 'Cute car!' and even took my picture.
I expected a big reaction. But I have to admit, I was impressed by what happened while I was double-parked outside my apartment building, waiting for my wife and twin daughters:
A taxi stops in the street. The driver jumps out and stands staring at the bright yellow New Beetle - in the pouring rain. He doesn't notice the rain. His cab is diagonally across West End Avenue, with the door open and the engine running.
He stands outside the passenger-side window and stares, without a word. A little steam rises off him.
Naturally, I try not to notice. I'm a New Yorker, after all. But I look up, and he asks, 'Can I get in?' I figure, what the hey. He can't do me much harm. I can always take his cab.
He sits in the passenger seat, wide-eyed. 'How fast will it go? Will it go on the highway?' he asks.
'I don't know what the top speed is, but it'll go on the highway, no problem,' I say.
'Thank you,' he says. He gets out and drives off.