I met my wife on June 6th, 1969 ('D' ~ day...Her name is Daphne), in Ft. Lauderdale, Fl. I purchased my 1968 Yukon yellow VW convertible new, a few months earlier. On June 7th, we had our first date and after a dinner of stone crabs, we drove to Boca Raton for ice cream. It was a beautiful evening so, of course, the roof was down. As we approached the drawbridge over the Intracoastal waterway, the bells sounded and the gate went down and the bridge opened to allow passage for a large sailboat. During this interlude we talked and had our first kiss and talked some more. Needless to say we were caught up in the moment and quite oblivious to the world around us. At some point we became aware of horns honking and beeping behind us, as the bridge had closed and the gate had lifted, but because of our infatuation with each other, we never noticed. I put our little bug in gear and moved on across the bridge, to shouts of encouragement from behind!!
It was all part of "the plan".....new car, great girl, ice cream and drawbridges! Today, still have the same car, same girl, good ice cream, but now live in the desert...no drawbridges!