Not too long ago, I seemed to have a pile of German ’67 Beetle front fenders. I’m not sure if it was living in Nor Cal at the time or what. But, hoarding became an issue so I decided to put out some smoke signals to the ’67 Beetle community. In case you don’t already know, German ’67 Beetle front fenders are getting harder and harder to find.
I started to receive inquiries. However, I had this sensitivity towards these fenders. What if they ended up on some chopped Baja, or a slammed hood ride. To each his own. It’s just that you can’t walk into a dealership and buy one of these cars. Those days are long gone. We have to do what we can to protect all ’67 Beetles.
Finally, our good bud Mike Buettell came into the picture. He was interested in my collection for his own ’67 that our friend Lenny Copp was about to begin. I felt confident they would go to a good home. Mike drove almost 1,000 miles to meet with me to pick them up. He event took a drive in my own ’67 Beetle. We joked about the idea of, “what if these fenders could talk?” Would they speak of the beauty of coming off the ship from Germany, making their first drive on the US market? Ah the history of these great cars.
The best part is, it’s all because of 1967beetle.com. When I created this project, I had no idea so many people would take interest around the world. So, here we are. Thanks for that.
Mike explains below the continued journey of these fenders, long after they left my hands.
The history of the fenders is fascinating.
Maybe Eric knows the history prior to his drive to Santa Rosa, but here is what happened after he got it.
He had three fenders in his garage until he and/or his wife said, “These things take up too much space.” and he agreed to sell them to me.
- I drove 967 miles, round trip, from Newport Beach to Alameda to get the two blue fenders and the white one.
- The blue ones went on Luna and the white became a “Coffee table” on my upstairs porch for a year. (Leaning upright against the wall it held one cup of coffee quite well).
- Sue was patient for a long time but finally said, “That thing has to go.”
- In April I found a crazy Russian, with an enclosed truck traveling between LA and Seattle who took Luna and the white fender, in her rear seat, to the Pacific Northwest.
- The well-traveled white fender now resides in Gary and Donna’s garage here on San Juan Island WA.