Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Never put razors in the post
An early summerevening in the year 1991 the young apprentice Gustav was standing in the doorway of the skateshop. Life was passing by. The cars in the street was horrible daily hacks, and the young man was mentally flatlining. His eyes were still open, but he was a zombie looking for a shallow grave. Suddenly a well known sound woke him up. A notchback was roaring around the corner, licking the heavily battered tarmac, hauling (of all things) a camp-let loaded with tires and carparts. The youngster felt his knuckles whitening, his moouth getting dry, cold sweat running down his spine. In a flash his muscles reacted and he leaped over the pavement into the street. He knew he had to catch this guy, as animals of the same species know each others smell. "Wanna...wanna...wan.. wanna start a Volkswagen club?" the young man said. Lars was game and I have known him ever since. Lars is the kind of friend you can call after two years of silence and you pick up where you left. Lars has owned a lot of cars from 412´s to split screen type 2´s. Right now his most priced possesion is this "Fridolin" an old swiss posttruck. Or is it his recently aquired Porsche 356? In the picture I was visiting Lars and Gitte in my razoredge ghia. How often do you see 2 rare beasts like this together?