The cheese sampling chick told me it's a 1966 model, standard shift, and it's street legal - although it's trailered from town to town.
In 1983, I bought a normally sized 1975 VW microbus, with auto transmission - same orange color, sans cheese graphics. Three weeks later, the sucker threw a rod through the right crankcase half on 114 near the present-day Solana complex. After jacking around with a shyster mechanic - who promised to find a replacement engine - for about 3 weeks, I bought a used fuel-injected 1800cc powerplant from a 411 Fastback at a junkyard on Elliot-Reeder Road for about $350, and painstakingly transferred all the sheetmetal baffles to the 'new' motor. It saw infrequent use until I sold it, in 1986, I think.
If I'm not mistaken, I believe Todd the Blogger told me that
the Dew had just such a ride to school, back in the day.
It's still my contention that driving a VW Microbus is a uniquely fun experience, being fore of the front wheels.
Until, of course, you find yourself in a situation where you personally comprise the 'crumple zone'.