It was a dark and stormy night when I picked up "Red" from the dealership. This wasn't the exact model I wanted (this was an RS; I wanted a GS), but at the point this happened there was no way I was going to drive that eternally-smoking POS Cordia back over the Bay Bridge…
While it didn't have all the bells and whistles of the GS model, Red and I nonetheless had many an adventure over the years and I probably would've kept him around longer than I did if the New Beetle had not arrived on the scene. I was smitten. At the time I told my mother, "The interior of that car (the NB) looks like something out of Myst!" (How dated is that reference?)
So you were smitten? And here I thought the proper conjugation was smit, smat, smut.