by "Indiana Jones, PhD" (indianajonesphd)
Published 01/17/2017 at 23:57
by "Indiana Jones, PhD" (indianajonesphd)
Published 01/17/2017 at 23:57
Tags: beetle
; 911
; kharmann ghia
STARS: 2
I’ve always known what cars my parents owned before
I was forming memories, but until tonight it never struck me to ask my parents what cars their parents had growing up.
Turns out my grandpa had some pretty sweet rides and thing for flat engines.
He had a cloth-top 56' Beetle, that, in my mind, is spec’d like this:
He also had a Kharmann Ghia, which was unfortunately hit and totalled. I wish this one was still:
And now he has, drives, and cherishes this beauty; the crème de la crème, the 73½’ 911 Targa:
That’s the actual car taken with a Blackberry in like 2008.
Ignoring the other vehicles he’s owned as I am now, his car lineage is really just a slowly melting Beetle, to the annoyance of Jeremy Clarkson.
"Land_Yacht_225" (nadenator)
01/18/2017 at 00:21, STARS: 1
My Grandfather had Beetles and Karmann Ghia’s as well. My mom always talks about driving the Ghias when she was a teenager as well as how he dressed up every Beetle like Herbie the love bug. He died in ‘86, so well before my time, but I’ve been told that’s where I get my automotive passion from.
He was in ad sales so the VWs were always for traveling, and he left his company car at home for my Grandmother to drive. And those were apparently the real attraction. Off the top of my head there was a 1968 Bonneville convertible, maroon with white leather, and a 1971 Ford Torino GT at some point.
He also kept a third car on a few occasions, usually old barges he would buy at auctions that never lasted very long. My mom said they had a salmon color early 60s Imperial for a little while, a gold Coupe DeVille, and a blue Lincoln Mark IV at some point later. He would hide the keys or take them with him when he went on the road so nobody could drive them because they were awful on gas an more rust than steel from being in Wisconsin for however long and he didn’t want to be responsible for anybody getting hurt in an accident. But one of my uncles would usually find a way to get them started anyway and take them out on weeknights.