Following the abandoning the of The German Job, we decided to take the bug over to France for a few days in mid September. The plan was to visit my Great Grandfather’s WWI grave at Guillemont Rd Cemetery on the 95th anniversary of his death. In the few days before we were due to sail the wind was blowing a gale, and not being particularly keen on the prospect of being on a ferry in that sort of weather, I booked us on the Eurotunnel instead, hoping that the fact that the car is lowered at the front wouldn’t cause us too many issues…..
I’ve finally gone and done it. I’ve been hankering after a camper for a while now, and whilst I’d have loved a split, it just wasn’t a viable option. I spent hours browsing the forums, much to my other half’s chagrin, and it’s now become a reality. Quite a big reality as it happens, because I have no idea how the storage side of things is going to work! Yet again, John at Beetle People has been an absolute godsend, because I’m not sure I’d have bought it had it not been for him! But I have, and it’s awesome – I just can’t wait to get out and about in it! It’ll need a damn good clean first though……..
Not long after picking the bug up from those lovely chaps at Westwood Car Storage, rather a large oil leak appeared. Turns out the pushrod tubes weren’t in the best shape. And it wasn’t just the pushrod tubes – had I maybe been looking back at VW ownership through rose tinted glasses? Perhaps the “fully restored” beetle I’d bought may not have been restored quite as well as I had orginally thought? Both scenarios were distinctly possible – apparently even in the VW world there are people who claim to be something they arent’t……
The weekend of 24 – 25 March saw the annual Volksworld Show at Sandown Park race course down in Esher in Surrey. I went along with Brad and his other half to introduce them to the obsession of VW ownership as he’s looking to buy a Karmann Ghia. Although I do believe that after the show he’s now open to the idea of multiple VW ownership! We were lucky enough to be smiled upon by the sun gods for my first visit to the show since the late 90s – and a little like Dubfreeze it’s grown hugely in the interim.
Late July 2010. My 10 year old Saxo had just died, and I was in need of some new wheels. Me being me, something sensible wasn’t very high on the list, and thoughts immediately turned to old VWs. I’d had a bright orange ’74 some 10 years previously which the Saxo had replaced – whilst I’d done over 80,000 miles in it in the four years I’d owned it, the quote for the MOT work was just too high, and commuting 50 miles a day meant I needed something reliable. Rust had been the main offender, so this time around I was going to make sure that I wouldn’t end up with another basket case.