Chugalug
I tend to "go with the flow": it's least trouble in the end. My favourite literary animal is Kipling's "Cat that Walked on his Own, and All Places were Alike to Him". Yes, Sylt had its attractions, but I'm not sure that some would have appealed to Mrs D. - specifically the freikörperkultur for which its beaches were renowned in summer (even if that only lasts a week by the sea in these latitudes).
As for the VW, it calls to mind the occasion after the war when the Wolfsburg plant was offered to a consortium of British car makers by way of War Reparations. They turned it down ("this silly little thing'll never sell !") Years later, we were celebrating the millionth Morris Minor (VW had shifted eleven million Beetles). They had, I believe, a disturbing tendency to pole-vault over the half-shaft if tucked-in too enthusiastically.
Cheers, Danny