[Cincy, long] Rainbows, Lollipops (well, Corn Pops) and Cincy

[losinit at usa.net (Cathy Boyko)]

Well, I dated myself with that tune, Anyhow, you can read (or not) about my
Cincy adventure. First off, I just love these cars, anybody else feel like
that?
I had a very different experience than last year, when I was nervous to meet
averyone, and afraid my car would die on the way, and was learning "big tech
procedures" like fixing my windshield washer pump. It had been preceded by
many repairs in preparation for the trip and a few tow truck rides with the
headache.
This year, I debated about perhaps changing the oil, and was not worried at
all about the trip, the car's been frighteningly reliable, thanks in no small
part to this list I might add. THIS trip had been preceded by many emails,
phone calls, and what not regarding importation of vehicles. I had a great
ride down with some old friends and new (that is an awesome car Chris!), and I
had very mixed feelings rolling in. I needed to see all if my friends, cars
were secondary, all but for one, the new one in my life. And wondering if I
was nuts thinking about buying a 24 year old car 400+ miles away from home,
and intending to drive it back...

Anyway, gorgeous cars, and wonderful people were everywhere. Lots of hugs, and
of course smoochies for Jim. Well, it was an excuse to talk to him about
something else. Then over to meet Klaus, the new guy in my life, he's a
handsome brute. (my new 79!!!) <as a side note, Klaus' previous owner, Behrle,
was really great to deal with, and a helluva a nice guy. Lucky for me he
bought a super clean 81S, so had some MkIs to sell. Funny that I wondered if
the car had a name, and even funnier that of course it did, don't they all?
Should be typed in under the VIN on the title>

The usual watching in amazement as cars rolled in, and hearing about blown
tires (Dan S), dead trannies (Peter), enjoying the bigass diesel sound when
Scottie pulled in minus the Kia with the blue monster in tow, and the
continuing music of tuned VWs ringing in my ears. Then pizza (but no rant),
and down to socializing. Somewhere in there Ben took me for a ride in his
little go kart, holy cats Batman! Brett's car may have competition in the
"lusting after" department. No, Brett knows that won't happen, but my dear
Lord, that car of Ben's flies, and runs like a damn roller coaster around the
turns. And I have a two car garage, they'd both fit.
Saturday there was the marvellous stench of gear oil hanging in the air as the
master surgeon operated for the interns, but I was too busy wandering around
to stay put, way too many cars to see. I did manage some bonding time with the
new honey. And a few pictures, as you can imagine, including a really nice ass
shot if the guys are interested. (Sorry Jules...) Julie and I of course had
been the pale blue contrast to the rest of our red NE convoy. Her car did just
fine, for the record, and is really quick. And the best colour too.<flame war
on>

We did the big VW this year, and I just laid on the grass soaking it all in as
the aerial shots were made.

Mmmm. Texas Brisket...the food was great! The sun set, and it was time for
Tiff and some home videos of Anson and Allyn playing in the rain in a local
parking lot. The lights just kept going round and round and round...the
Reiger's "prodigious grip" seems to be a bit reduced by the rain, hehe. And we
all know Anson's "Victor" is usually ready to play, or at least it better be
with Anson at the helm! I packed it in about 2am I think.

More fun Sunday , and I had to do the wretched task of navigating for Cammisa.
His car sucks, it's butt ugly, and slow and he doesn't know how to drive, but
I tolerate it because he has gorgeous brown eyes, but I digress...(okay, maybe
only one of these things is true.) Anyway we got off course by about three or
four miles, and (dammit) had to make up time...Jay was really saddened by all
this, I kept telling him to have me look up from the instructions if I was
gonna die, so i could see what killed me. It was a total blast, maybe one or
two times I heard the tires as we cornered, okay, it was a lot of times. We
got in four minutes earlier than the allowed time. From what I understand,
others who shall remain nameless got a bit more lost. Driving with Jay is a
bit like driving with Tiff, a snick of a gear here, a witty comment there. It
was a total blast.
 
A few other errands, and then time to head out. I had to read my email from
home, and it read like this, under the heading "Cabrio", and no, I don't have
a Cabrio...

"Cathy: Well here's the scoop .Before you waste (sorry spend) your money on
the american car.  You better have enough to purchase Julie's (my daughter's)
1984 Cabrio. I went and looked at it .Its in great shape with only 158,000 km.
 They want $2,200.
Adam and I are going to test drive it tomorrow.  If looks good going to offer
$2,000  including certified and E.Tested>  In Short you are crazy and we are
nuts for even considering other vehicles without getting rid of some.  Oh yes,
Adam has the Jetta parts car coming whenever he can get it towed.  So, will
that make 11 vehicles. Dennis"




I just laughed, looked like a three car weekend. Apparently, Adam walked up to
it, opened the door and walked away, an automatic. I actually took a quick
peek at it out of curiosity, and it really is nice, super clean underneath
(Texas car)- a friend of ours is likely going to buy it.

The convoy had decreased, but it was a pleasure to drive with Drew's Carrots
(the diesel Wolfie) and Andy's recently buffed 16V beauty. As we headed down
the interstate, there were dark stormclouds in the background with that
amazing sunlight in the foreground. The sight of two brilliant red Roccos
shining in the sun ahead of me on the hilly, winding road is a sight I'll not
soon forget. I commented that when I bought the headache, there were twin
rainbows in the sky, only the second time I'd ever seen them. Well, guess
what? I've seen them three times now. A sign that Klaus and I will have a
long, happy relationship perhaps. It was a bit freaky actually, not a strong a
pair of bows as the other times, but two nevertheless. The main bow was wide,
and we drove with it ahead of us for a long time.

We said goodbye to Andy, then Drew and I had a nice little conference on top
of the Peace bridge back into Canada as a raft of emergency vehicles flew by.
I guess someone had tried to push someone else through the guardrail into the
Niagara River. Not good. They let us back in, and for me Cincy ended this
morning when the last of the convoy (Drew) headed out alone. Hope everyone had
a safe trip back, I have to head down in July to get the 79, so it's not so
depressing, but we can all start a thread about the suckage factor of the
first day back at work. Blech. 

Sorry to be so long, but what the hey!
Cathy, now officially a Scirocco collector (I have three!!!)
1987 2L 16V (the silver headache)
1980 (The rotten red Rocco)
1979 (Klaus!!!!)