Thursday, November 29, 2007

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Family hauler • Vol. 2

Kylle´s family hauler left the workshop yesterday. A really skillfull painter will massage the wonderfull wagon for the next month or so. I can't wait to see Kylle on the road again.

227 posts • memory is letting me down

A picture from a while back. I´ve made 227 post now and cant remember if it was ever used. But I really like the scenery. Sunday the 2.nd I´ll be visiting the Angora boyz for their annual christmas gettogether. I text messaged with SP yesterday and he told me life was lonely in the land of narrowmindedness. So I hope as many of you as possible join us. These small garage meetings are really good because you can see peoples projects and talk a bit more than you do at the summer meetings.

Monday, November 26, 2007

La(r)s Vegas Po(r)ker Tour

Lars mailed me a couple of snapshots of this Porker. Lars spend a day driving around looking for good deals before going home digging about in the blackjack paintwork of the 356. Lady luck blessed him with very little rust and an auction of 62 industrial engines that day. Maybe twirling your rabbitfoot keychain through your fingers helps after all. Remember Lars - your one lucky guy.

Rene's radio flyer

René called me for an idea on how to paint his early bay walk through. He has the coolest red teardrop trailer he built a couple of years ago. He still owns his red bug and wanted the three to match. But he thought painting the bus red would make it look as more of a german looker late bay. One day I was flicking through magazines while sitting on a chair of porcelain. I saw a picture of a radioflyer on top of a bus. I think your radio flyer bus will rock, René! I have thousands of ideas for details, can´t wait to get started!

Ancient history

Kasper send me this picture. I first heard it existed a couple of weeks ago at John Does Christmas event. It shows my first car (which I still own) and two young hopefull men at one of their first Volkswagen events. The skinny guy is me believe it or not! The other guy is Thomas, my best friend for the bigger part of the nineties. Sadly he passed away in the year 2000. The two of us had so much fun. We were both very much into skateboarding and v-dubs. Thomas had a type 3 fastback of the bignose model. It never got finished, and the summer before his death he bought the 1967 TL Fastback I enheritated and still own.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Getting back into shape • Vol 4

6 months ago my day started with driving towards the rising swedish sun. Good freinds waited in Mantorp. We were exited. But faith had a sinister plan for our morning. No more fun and cruising for us that weekend. You know the story if you have followed this blog. All good things come to those who wait. This morning my sleepy toes had barely touched my new heated tile floor at home before the phone rang. My customers know never to call before 9... .30-ish! But the voice in the phone was no customer. It was the panel-beater guy who could tell me that my nightmare was over! The bad dreams of ghia steel in strange contortions would disappear as of today! "Come and collect your car" he said. My first client today was 30 km. away from home so I used the time to call Peter, who has been the driving force in the salvation of devil girl. Peters boss once again payed Peter to drive by the workshop to check out the final steps. Check out the N.O.S. front bumper, new nose badge and glossy fresh paint. But this long distance relationship has to end. I need her by my side now! I will collect her by trailer. Spring will have to come before I can drive again. Yesterday my dad returned from another Japan trip. He brought home a few nice items for my cars from Flat 4, among other things new white turn signals.

Monday, November 12, 2007

One butt-ugly reindeer

On saturday 5 oildrippers took the opportunity to be part of the weird vibe a party at John Doe V-dubs always oozes. Driving along in Annettes cruiser my mind wandered of. What will happen this time.. Will engines be burnt off? Will there be cross-dressing? I had no idea. Things started of a little slow. Maybe hardcore hip hop music doesnt go to well with the traditional but excellent christmas menu? But shortly into dinner Flenne decided a short burn out session would highten the spirit of the party. Soon after the boys had another of their really bad but extremely entertaining ideas. Lets blow compressed air into a jacket while somebody is wearing it! Jens Bukbjerg of Herning Bugs was first in line. After the half hour session his body had the marks of blood poisining or a really kinky bondage habbit. Guller promptly decided to make things explode as always. As allways we had a really good time. On the way home we talked about what makes this club so great. In the workshops you can see cars from both ends of the spectre. Bone stock oval of Jens grill bill was as cool as Flennes +200 hp type 1 or Nørholms bay camper. There is NO club code here.


Kim Riishede send me this picture a cople of weeks ago. At first glance it looks much like a car I have a painfull history with. Like when you pass a girl on the street years after a romance is over. She looks a bit like your first love and maybe the wind let you know that her hair smells a bit like the girl of yesteryear's. In a second you come to your senses and go on your merry way.
I had to read the e-mail more than once to get Kims point. He purchased this beauty as a substitute until his callooker is done. If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with. I think this will be a nice addition to his collection who also boasts a cool type 14 ghia. Kim is, as a lot of people in this hobby, a nice guy. When my ghia was crashed Kim was standing nearby and quick to comfort me in his own calm way. If you want to follow Kims projects and race results i can recomend visiting one of my favourites, The Torque of the town.

Shy guy

When I go shopping for groceries I bump into people. Not in the sense that I walk into them as a drunken, homeless guy do. No I meet them between the isles of cornflakes, detergent and canned soups. And we talk. We talk about the weather, the prices of stuff, about politics, about jobs, homes and other indifferent things. Sometimes a chance to talk vw arises in the most unexpected places. I ran in to old friend Villy a few weeks back. We were in the parking cellar beneath a warehouse full of coloured candy and screaming kids, chopped up animals and jars of bloodclogs in form of mayonaise. When Villy mentioned that he was pulling the 2.4 type 4 engine out of his bug (due to a burned valve) and needed a hand I almost threw myself in his arms. You know the feeling when you can't control your voice and hear yourself scream louder than really necesary? My lips shouted I can do that for you, but my mind was really thinking "Villy, take me out of here! - I can't take another hour of warehouse music and suburban wifes checking out todays specials. Villy hates having his picture taken - I had to blitz him.
I hope to see you and Conni more in the future - until then I'll be in the frozen food section talking about the weather.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Monday, November 05, 2007

Period perfect (tidstypisk)

As you may allready know I own a small advertising shop. Sometimes I visit my suppliers and customers to have a cup of java and keep in contact. Today I visited good freind Marx who were printing postcards from a small Island called Samsø. A big part of my family is from that very place. So my eyes glanced quickly over the sheets of different postcards, yet to be cut. One image caught my attention instantly. i remember arriving at this harbour as a child, when visiting family. Why didn't I bring home the rows of early taxi-busses apparently always standing at the pier, waiting for customers?

Sunshine and friendly cops - only at SEMA Show

Ole "Sunshine" is a hard working man! This month business forced him to visit the SEMA show. He reluctantly took some pictures of cars and girls. Things that are of absolutely no interest to Ole, as he is a married and very serious man, right Ole?

Come home safe, you hear!