Our good friend, Gavin LaMaide sent this gem over earlier this morning. It looks like he had a great time with the Michigan Vintage Volkswagen Club! Thanks to all around the world that support Lane Russell.
As Jay and I always say, it’s the ’67 Beetle community that makes 1967beetle.com what it is. Thank you!
Great article, Jay. It makes me so happy to see how the ’67 Beetle connects and is loved by so many people around the world. -ES
I received a phone call–the Caller ID listed it as “Private Caller”
It rang once–then twice and I answered it. This was the pattern for robot calls.
I said: “Hello!” Nothing.
I usually give these calls two opportunities to respond, so, I again said: “Hello!”
. A voice said: “Jay” . “Yes–who is this?” I replied. . “This is David Brown.”
. I said–“David Brown from Pennsylvania?” . “Yes–I’m in Garland.” The bombshell.
. “Are you kidding?” . “No–I’m here at Jackson and Market Place. How close am I to your place?”
It was, indeed, David and Melody Brown. They’d driven from Pennsylvania and were here.
But, let’s back up a bit. Readers of 1967beetle.com often see a reference to David Brown in my Articles. That’s because I have depended heavily upon David, a VWoA trained Parts Manager who worked for various VW Dealerships in the Pennsylvania area. Later, David opened his own VW repair shop and worked on VWs for 30 years.
David possesses VW Parts Catalogs which have furnished vital information for several Articles. Not only so, but David’s extensive knowledge of Volkswagens across the spectrum is awesome. He has supplied critical information relevant to 1967 Beetle operation and maintenance.
It came as a shock a couple of years ago when David told me that he and Melody would be leaving the Old Home Site, retiring from the VW repair business. What??? What was David going to do with his time. What would happen to his tons of vintage and NOS parts. And his VWs? And his tools and machinery? This became a hot topic between us.
As time passed, David told me that he’d like for me to have his Sun Distributor Testing Station. We talked and laughed about it. 1500 miles lies between us. But, we could dream. David called the machine “your machine” when we talked. And, we dreamed. And we laughed.
Now…here they were—in our neighborhood. I told David to stay put—that I’d be there in a jiffy. I jumped into our car. As I sped along, I made plans for their stay with us and what we’d do the next day and the next. I pulled into the parking area and we met. I’d never even seen anything more than a very distant, blurred photo of David. We shook hands—we embraced. This was a momentous occasion.