A little about Rob...
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Rob
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Rob
writes - I'm not a trained mechanic - I just love the aircooled
Beetles and have spent a lot of time working on them. I'm
an old geezer too - nearly as old as Dave :-)
I
learned to drive in 1967 in a '60 1200cc Beetle that my Dad
had borrowed. (He later owned a '65 VW Camper, too - 1500ccs
of unobtainable power! :-).
I enjoyed driving the Beetle. One
of the original reasons I really caught the "bug" was that
in 1968 my Dad sold the 1960 Bug to buy a brand new Morris
1100 (big brother to the Leyland Mini and used the same 1100cc
engine).
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The Morris had problems whilst it was under warrantee, and Dad borrowed a '65 Bug whilst it (the Morris) was being repaired. The '65 Bug was in a dreadful condition. It had been bought new 3-4 years previously and run into the ground - not even an oil change. I worked on it for about an hour - just cleaning up and regapping the old burned plugs, filing and adjusting the existing burned points, adjusting the valves (I didn't know back then what gap to use so just set them so they were "just" loose). I replaced the 1 litre of liquid goo left in the sump with some used engine oil I had handy, and tuned the carby by ear. So I spent not a single cent - just adjusted and cleaned what the car had already.
The car then ran at 72 miles per hour just like it should, and I thought then that they MUST be good to survive that kind of abuse and be so easily fixable. So a few years later when I could afford a new car (in January 1971), naturally I chose my own Beetle - a 1970 1500cc swing axle model, which cost me $2059 Australian. That's Bertie the 1970 Bug, which I still have - 37 years later.
I
would have liked a blue one, but the choices were limited to
black, red and beige - the Superbug was about to be released
in Australia and stocks of the '70 model were running down,
so I chose a Savannah Beige one instead (soon dubbed "Bertie
Beetle"). Click here to read some VW
poetry on Bertie
I
still have Bertie, and (I used to - see below) drive it every day
to work. It now has over 248,000 miles on it's original engine
(rebuilt, but still original). I like to do my own maintenance
and have done so since the car was new. It is now looking rather
unkempt (torn headliner, faded paint, a few rust spots), but
it's hard to take it off the road for a restoration when I like
to keep driving it!
My
car has a character of it's own. It HATES driving in Sydney.
On those occasions when I have to travel there, I have to tell
it "I know you hate Sydney, but we will only be here a short
time, and I'd hate to see you break down in front of all those
cars who have to LIVE here" and it then behaves perfectly. If
I forget to talk to it first, it ALWAYS starts sputtering and
stalling at a particular set of lights on the outskirts of town.
No kidding!
My
wife (Sharon - like Dave's wife too - also Sharon) doesn't like it much (too
small, too noisy), but indulges me in my 'other' passion (the
VW). She does like having a manual gearbox though - our other
car (a Ford Falcon Wagon) has a 'slush' box and all the character
of a wet sponge. My youngest daughter, under the influence of
Mum, says "Buggies are ugly aren't they" unless they have a
flower holder on the dash (mine doesn't) - then they are OK.
~ UPDATE ~
Bertie
Beetle was badly damaged on 1 April 1999 when I was hit from
behind by an inattentive driver. He pushed me (with locked brakes)
into the car in front of me so both ends were "shortened".
Bertie is therefore undergoing a forced restoration, which will
take me some time. At the time of the accident, my sister was
selling an old bomb of a Chrysler, so I grabbed that for a set
of wheels. Big 6-cylinder engine, automatic and ran on LPGas
(which is 1/2 the price of petrol/gasoline in Australia).
But
I missed driving a Beetle so much I just had to get another
one whilst Bertie is up on blocks; and in early 2001 came across
a very nice 1968 Beetle. He's a semi-auto which has been converted
back to a manual (not all that hard to do), and has a '71 twin
port 1600cc engine. He drives very nicely (once I got the leaking
fuel, worn out carburettor, miswired headlights and badly adjusted
clutch and brakes sorted out), so I'm a happy chappy again.
My teenage daughter named him Bradley, after several attempts
at totally inappropriate names - don't you just love teenagers!
The
Bertie restoration isn't going anywhere at present. the kids
are growing bigger and the bank balance is growing smaller.
But he's not abandoned - just delayed.
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