Purists anywhere?

Well, purists, take heed. As in Sweden worlds smallest Volksrod is being built and no early German steel is being spared. Just take a look in the gallery and be prepared to either cry out of sheer panic or jump for joy as you see great weldingskills displayed.

This picture will stress just how much work has already gone in scaling down this present for his 4 years old son. Crazy to say the least.

Around the world in 50 years

This car has just recently been saved by one of the ever so crazy Svensk collectors. Check his website for the rest of his rustpile. But don't get me wrong I'm quite jealous of his rustpile, how about a type 34 Ghia, or another folkabuss with splitruttar, or a nice Ovali.

But back to the car in case, it is a homebuilt highroof of '56 vintage. It has made a trip trough South Africa of all countries and after this hot trip, somehow it ended up in the cold Sverige, in the cold as Collector Carls garage isn't high enough for the buss to enter. So while he's restoring the Thirtysixer he got with it, the karross has to sleep outside.

New Frog species discovered in Sweden

This thing actually is an amphibious (sort of) vehicle, as found by one of the meanbuggers in a shed round his corner around Sundsväll. It is built up with various WV parts, most obviously the wheels but there might be an engine hiding in the angular bodyshapes of this frog. Get it : amphibious...green...haha!

Belgium Represents

While on my everlasting search for the ultimate Scandinavian Bubbla I ran into some competition. This surely has to be the most worldwidespread vw-related emporium apart from the Factory itself. Besides a big store near The Town, an international ditribution network of both cars and parts, a new outlet in the USofA and regular restorations in Poland, this selfmade man has personalised numberplates all the way in Sweden. What's next?

Toys-R-Svensk

I have a friend in a godforsaken hell-hole in eastern Flanders, fond of modelcars and even fonder of 356, the car of cars. He will be pleased with looking at these. His bedroomcabinet will never be the same without them.

I particularly love this one, a real outlaw, lovely color.

All of these plåtbilar and more are showcased on a nice Swedish website concerning scaled down Stuttgart ponies. Go visit and drool.

Low(F)light Ghia

I'm just guessing, but from the looks of it I doubt if it's scandinavian. It looks yankee-built although I found it on the meanbugs forum. So Svenska Bubbla has got dibs on it.

In fact it's just a little teaser to push a friend to finnish his car in time for European Bug-in. Make it at least as shiny and if not as potent.

But please, oh please, don't be tempted to replicate this half Ghia, quart import and quart Truck.

Enough Girlpower ?

And you all wondered why I backed out of my Svensk trip just recently. Imagine I got stuck in the snow like this unlucky fellow. Imagine I had to ask these two Mädchen for help. And most of all imagine my girlfriends mood when having to explain the lipsticktraces on my shirts collar.

Ready for a highspeed chase?

Oh how I wish I would have been stopped by a car like this on one of my journeys through Sweatland, a 1970 Porsche 911T. If I would timetravel it could be possible as the Ljungby Polis only drove this car from 26th of may 1970 up till it was decommisioned in March 29 1973. With a topspeed of 210 and only 8,8 seconds needed to get to 100 km/h, they must have had great times chasing petty criminals alongside the shores of lake Bolmen.

Half an ounce of buss

With the meanbugs, Sverige has one strong hoodride chapter. And this could be the piece of junk to top all hoodrides, worldwide. Just look at the NOStick holding the doors closed, or maybe the folkabuss would crumble down without it.

If you look real close, you can see the landscape through the side windows, and a roof misshapen so much one would wonder if any is left out back. Now you see why it's called half an ounce of buss? In this car driving without windows would almost seem a luxury.

Another bonus is that you and your girlfriend will have to cuddle up close, if you're not planning on falling trough what's left of the frontfloor.

The roadster of Frankenstein

Don't you just love Swedish ingenuity, what a way to destroy one of the nicest cars to ever come of the Karmann productionline.

Dual headlights of unknown source fitted, check..., lowered the back, raised the front, check... cut out the front fenderlips without need to clear the wheels, check..., welded said fenderlips back in at the back of the car, check..., moulded rearbumper into the body, adding a little spoiler, check..., painted the car in three-tone black over green over darker green, check...

This sound like a checklist only the doctor of Frankenstein could come up with. At first sight I even thought they were planning on double frontwheels, don't ask me why they would do that. But they are clearly capable of anything.

Call me chicken

Normally, around this time I should be crossing the last frontier on my way back from Sweden in this piece of ultra rare junk. A 2 liter aircooled T3 doppelkabine. But only moments before taking the plane to Stockholm, I decided not to board. You call it copping out, I call it superstition. Result's the same.

It might have something to do with my 2 (two) near-death-experiences last year. Once on the German Autobahn, in what would turn out to be the worst blizzard in years, driving a 61 ragtop with no windscreenwipers. Hairy to say the least. And my even scarier slip'n-slide on the Svensk Higway, ending up arse-to-front on the second lane. As luck would have it, at least I didn't end up in the ravine on the right side of the road.
Or just maybe I'm just getting old? Passed Cape Thirty just this month, and maybe it's time for some homebased projects, like some of my DVF clubmembers. Nah, don't think so.