It is said no news is good news but as I wrote GANNET2 has not gone to the shop and there is mountain news when this pesky coolant leak will be attended to, this frustration is building and I must struggle to not yield to the desire to stamp my foot and have a gringo moment. I must be more like Rusty who has didn’t his life teaching me how to deal with adversity.
Three old cars showed up at Adrián’s place for a social call. A 1930 Ford sedan and a 1929 Ford pick up.
Both cars have been in the same family since new and according to the grandson of the purchaser the pick up started life as a sedan but his grandfather decided to convert it with wooden buckboards. 
The cars even come with windows, currently plastic awaiting glass panes as the restoration continues.
The cars start run and stop no problem. I was told the foot pedal accelerator is a bit weak so it’s easier to use the hand throttle for big changes in speed…
The really indispensable accessory is a maté kit to refresh the driver.
That was pretty cool checking out these hundred year old cars but for me the belle was the perfectly restored, to my eye, 1962 VW Bug accompanying the oldsters.
My first wife had an identical VW when I married her in 1983. It was green not red but it was the sane car. I’ve never owned a 1929 car so there is that. This VW is an original 1200cc according to the owner with electronic ignition and an alternator (for those who care about such trivia):
My wife and I took our honeymoon in her VW driving from Santa Cruz California to Glacier National Park on the Canadian border.
I was waiting for my green card so we couldn’t cross to Canada as I wasn’t allowed to leave the country but there was lots to see. We drive that VW Bug to Denver and flew to Philadelphia to meet her family. That went as badly as you might imagine but I can’t blame the car for that. It was a great car, not easy to lock as it got stolen one day but we did get it back as the felons weren’t that smart.
My buddy Giovanni who died in Italy two years ago had an orange bug after he graduated high school. We drove it all over the place but the fuel consumption was too much for us and he sold it on.
A cop at the Key West police department had a similar vintage VW in turquoise also perfectly restored. Eric Biskup let me take it for a drive a few months before he died of cancer. I thought he was one of the nicest most interesting cops in the department.
So many stories and so many memories just from seeing this car.
In Chile we saw some Colombians overlanding in one. They were asleep when I walked Rusty past them in Puerto Varas so I never met them, just the car:
