[U47]

Originally Posted by Deadhead

Recently unearthed. Myself, Stanley, and Mean Green (the bug)

Looks like a 65 113

[Deadhead]

Originally Posted by U47

Looks like a 65 113

It was until shortly after new, my mom blew it up on the NJ Turnpike while dad was in the Chilean jungle. Then it got a 1600 in it. We had a German mechanic who worked out of his garage, Victor Lyschik. He, along with 7 other Germans, escaped on foot from a Siberian prison. 3 of them survived & reached Germany long after the war ended, not knowing it was over. That man could fix anything. His wife would always have candy there for me when we came to pick up. It became my first car. I sold it in '82 for $400 with about 180k on it and no floor pans to speak of.

[necdb3]

Originally Posted by Deadhead

It was until shortly after new, my mom blew it up on the NJ Turnpike while dad was in the Chilean jungle. Then it got a 1600 in it. We had a German mechanic who worked out of his garage, Victor Lyschik. He, along with 7 other Germans, escaped on foot from a Siberian prison. 3 of them survived & reached Germany long after the war ended, not knowing it was over. That man could fix anything. His wife would always have candy there for me when we came to pick up. It became my first car. I sold it in '82 for $400 with about 180k on it and no floor pans to speak of.

Where in NJ were you?

[U47]

Originally Posted by Deadhead

It was until shortly after new, my mom blew it up on the NJ Turnpike while dad was in the Chilean jungle. Then it got a 1600 in it. We had a German mechanic who worked out of his garage, Victor Lyschik. He, along with 7 other Germans, escaped on foot from a Siberian prison. 3 of them survived & reached Germany long after the war ended, not knowing it was over. That man could fix anything. His wife would always have candy there for me when we came to pick up. It became my first car. I sold it in '82 for $400 with about 180k on it and no floor pans to speak of.

Back in the very early 70's I worked in a VW dealership as a unit repair mechanic ( rebuilding engines and transaxles ) . A guy I worked with was a ex Hungarian fighter pilot who defected into W. Germany flying a Mig 15. Smart guy but was a real Shyster.

[Deadhead]

We lived in Harrington Park (bergen Co.). The mechanic was in Closter IIRC. This was in the mid 60's to early 70s. Hungarian pilots were supposedly some of the best.