Squareback Found!

Here is my tale. Heading back from a conference with my boss last week, I noticed a flash of what appeared to be a VW Squareback in a field. I mentioned it to my boss, who immediately told me to go back. I didnt want to, but he insisted.

We went back, and when I pulled in, an older man came out to meet us. "Hep ya?" Just about that friendly. I told him that I was wondering who owned the squareback in the field behind his barns, and spitting terbacky juice, he indicated it was his, and asked why I wanted to know. Just about that friendly. I told him that I was a VW guy and was interested in taking a look at it if he didnt mind. <Insert long pause here, two more terbacky spits worth>. "Aiight."

So we walk out back to it, he starts telling me the story. He says, that one of his life long friends owned it, and "had it shipped over from Germany special like."

Sure he did. Porsche motor and all, right?

So two barbed wire fences and a cattle gate later:

 He went on to say that his friend Henry owned it since it was new, and when Henry fell ill, he asked his friend to take care of the car for him so "some punk kid didnt get it." This is the point in the story where I get asked if I am "a punk kid". I advise him quickly that I am not a punk kid, and that I have strong opinions on punk kids owning special ordered squarebacks. Apparently, I am not the comedic genius I thought I was, as my joke falls flat, met not by a chuckle, but by a <SPIT>. Fine. Lets look at the car. Its in amazing shape for being in a field. The pans are perfect, the interior is perfect, and the headliner is perfect. I. SHIT. YOU. NOT. I snapped some cell pics that day.

 We make a deal on the spot, my non punk kid status previously proven, and I tell him I'll be back for it tomorrow. As we walk back, he off handedly mentions that he also has " a large stack of paperwork with it". Okee Doke. I'm a sucker for records, so I am most definately in. Fast forward to tomorrow. Funyuns are bought, and I head out, buddy in tow. I show back up with my trailer and head out with him to the field. He's completely different to me today. Friendly, and quite chatty. He tells me more about Henry Oppenhiem, how he was from Germany, grew up around VWs, but after WWII, was disgruntled with Germany and brought his young wife to America to start a family. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

 Back out there, the car has had its tires aired up and it looks like its ready to go. I ask him what happened to the door trim and why the hood has odd swirl marks on it. His response, in direct quote form:

"The cows et the trim. And licked it. Had to make sure it wasnt salt. It aint."

And looked at me. Like I would dare challenge that story? Its HI-LARRY-OUS.

So he brings his 4 wheeler out so we can drag it up to the waiting trailer of freedom. I lay under there a second before I realize, oh yeah. He ordered it with AC, and the radiator/fan are in the way. Whoops.

 Hooked up to the bumper mounts, we are ready to go. I slide in and marvel at the wonder of well kept type 3 ness. See me? This is me marvelling. Marvelous.

We then begin to move the squareback from its home and potentially final resting place. See me? Still marveling. Marvelous.

More to come. :)