Lane, I have to tell you a "hypothetical" story to maybe make you feel a little better. I have this friend ...
(My friend)(hypothetically) might have once bought a car that didn't have a proper VIN. (He)(hypothetically) might have needed one in a hurry, so (he)(hypothetically, naturally) might have gone to a friend of a friend who maybe had some VeeDubs (or something very much like them) lying around behind his shop (or house, or a junk pile ... maybe in a kitchen cabinet) -- and who had maybe already hacked some of those hypo-Bugs up into chunky bits -- and asked if he knew of anyone selling ... (a whole or very specific parts of a Bug).
He (absolutely) didn't know anyone, so (he) left. Shortly thereafter, (my friend) (hypothetically) found a plate (in a Cracker Jack box, where else!) and (also hypothetically) found a pop-rivet gun (in his shoe).
Well, who could blame that hapless fellow? (He) (hypothetically) looked in his other (shoe) for some pop rivets, and (now THIS is the science fiction part, because NOBODY would EVER do this) (he) promptly went to the (very real) Motor Vehicle Administration with what was, for all intents and purposes, a dead Bug on his car and asked the kind people there to have a look at (his) creation.
Within mere minutes, (he) (hypothetically, remember, this is a bedtime story with no basis in reality until the statute of limitations runs out) rolled out with a registration and plates! Can you imagine?
And last week, (he) (hypothetically) went back and renewed for the second time! On (his) way out, he quietly mouthed a "Woo-Hoo!"
That's what he told me, anyway. (On the phone, with a number scrambler and a voice changing device, from Argentina or somewhere.)
(He's) going to live happily ever after, whenever (he) gets done fabricating brake lines and such pesky annoyances as that.