
This is a picture Jason’s Mother-in-law. Born in Lakewood Ohio and Fairview Village (Where I was born) is just down the road. She knew our house and played in Rocky River Park just across the red brick Lorain Road wher I played almost daily. We talked “old times” at it’s best!
Last year I met by chance Jason Weigel, a young diehard Volkswagen enthusiast who has helped me organize the aftermath of Volksmith and Associates. a prosperous Volkswagen engine business my son Russell and I ran together since 1976. I had a number of personal unfinished projects to complete here in my later years. Jason knows a number of collectors up and down the West coast in finding new homes for some of my originel protects plus passing along the million stories that goes along with them.
This project is probably the least likely for me to finish not being a boat man with experience and being my age. The idea of the twin mast design to allow a one man operation to handle sails and still be reasonably safe. It has a mount for a long shaft outboard motor for in harbor maneuvering that came with the boat, but, I never went to pick it up and is probably not still an option but I was advised a diesel unit would be more practical. I received the boat in trade for rebuilding a wrecked MG TD. If nothing else it has been a good dream. I wish my good friend and boat builder, Woody Murray, was still here. . . .that boat would have been in the water long ago.

It’s Only Damage is where it got backed in to on a parking lot, Needs wheel bearing and sails! Trade for motorcycle or small white elephant! John 210-300-5925

I somehow over the past 70 years I have developed a love affair for old cars and their memories. There is so much of our lives they represent more than just our magic carpet to the world. Because of mass changes in society and modern technology these times will never come again. Let’s enjoy them!
I would like to dedicate this post to Sammy McMillan, Jill and Mr. “B”. I haven’t heard from Sammy in 5 or 6 years. Jill had moved on to California and was doing art and drawing and writing children books.
Sammy and Mr.”B” (their son) were working at their little music shop in Bolder Colorado repairing musical instruments and making dulcimers. He said I would not need a map to find him, that he would be at the end of the longest street headed North toward the mountains.
We only had a few minutes to talk about the old hippie times, music, motorcycles, Volkswagen buses, and my 18 year old dog he gave me as a puppy, “Girlie”. and that we were together for 17 years of her life and she had died about 10 years earlier and reins the queen of my back yard memories and is buried in my home pet cemetery. Gee, How the time has flown.
I’m not going to start another story, there are too many!











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