First things first. I drove it. It didn't kill me. I didn't get arrested. It's gonna be a quick little car, and I'm completely smitten with it.
It's barely left the driveway and it's already pulling in it's share of Bob Costas.

I got the Luisi wheel all mounted up. I can't seem to find the horn button for it, but I think it's hiding in the Fiat.
I've had this steering wheel in every MK1 Volkswagen I've in the last 5 years. It almost makes me feel at home in there.
A guy on the Vortex was liquidating some unused parts so I nabbed these and the much loved oil pan gasket with integral windage tray.
Which is not very exciting.
I put them on and cleaned the door jamb.
Which is somehow even less exciting.
So. At this point I thought to myself "Man, that carpet is really damn gross. I'll pull it out and give it a good pressure washing."
...And that's when I found the berkeleying rust.

Having given it a good once over, I know exactly what caused this. Volkswagen in their infinite wisdom ran the brake lines in the car for the first few years of production on the Rabbits and Sciroccos. That line rusts out, spewing brake fluid everywhere. Lazy owners patch up the hardline with compression fittings and do nothing about the impending doom. It's almost like I've been here before...
Oh wait.
I have.
So once I finished complaining, I laced up my "be-a-berkeleying-adult, Erick" pants and I set in to see how bad it really was.

Ok. So it's not that bad. The front seat crossmember will need to be removed at least partially, and then re-established the material that has gone missing. The outer rocker appears to have been spared. I don't have to order new floor pans, and I have plenty of material to patch it with. I can deal with that. Hopefully the passenger side isn't any worse.
Looks like I'll be needing some dust masks and some of them plastic-coated-rope-fiber disc thingos.
In other news, I ordered the new carpet today. Such luxury.