Back in 1970, while in the US Army stationed in Schwabisch Gmuend, Germany, I had a favorite Gasthaus that I would frequent. I would drive my 1967 VW 1300 Sedan along a narrow curvy road in the forest and cross over several old style, single lane wooden planks/metal bridges spanning over a winding creek to get there. There was an unusual and distinct plipity-plopity sound made while driving the VW over the bridge when the tires were rolling over and slapping the uneven wooden planks.
Plastic body with cut out windows and nice details of silver painted headlights and taillights. Plain...