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Fri Jun 28, 2013 6:03 am

Undis wrote: belgianboxer wrote:

Hey Undis, I didn't notice you in the car when you were 'racing' by ;-)

You're a lucky guy, being invited to sit in the passenger seat of this remarkable car. Next time they should let you drive..

It was nice to talk to you again, take care !

Hi Paul, it was a pleasure seeing you again at HO. Yes it was a great privilege to ride shotgun with Christian in the Porsche type 64. Here is a short video I managed to take. If you look closely you can see your Ghia and yourself taking the photo and the guy on the sidewalk sporting the Krombacher belly looking on.

I love the sound of the gearbox and engine, what a nice video! I'm very proud to participate in it, be it as a figurant ;-)

Thanks for posting

Fri Jun 28, 2013 7:18 pm

Hello,

Here are my pictures of this amazing meeting! 8)

See you

Jérôme

Sat Jun 29, 2013 3:15 pm

Quote: See you

Jérôme

For shure in 2017. 8)

Sun Jun 30, 2013 4:27 pm

My Pictures of the show :D

http://forum.un-phased.co.uk/index.php?topic=10356.msg140339#new

Tue Jul 02, 2013 7:28 am

There was a guy in the swaps with repro early ('48 and earlier) speedometer decals. I saw him with a poster sized replica of his decals in the grassy area of the swaps, talking to another vendor. I asked him if he was selling them and in broken English he said he had as swap space up in the barn area... but I could never find him again. Some else said that they saw him selling in there too..

I desperately need a decal for a KDF speedo, and would REALLY like to find this guy. Does anyone know who/where he is??

Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:26 am

johnshenry wrote: There was a guy in the swaps with repro early ('48 and earlier) speedometer decals. I saw him with a poster sized replica of his decals in the grassy area of the swaps, talking to another vendor. I asked him if he was selling them and in broken English he said he had as swap space up in the barn area... but I could never find him again. Some else said that they saw him selling in there too..

I desperately need a decal for a KDF speedo, and would REALLY like to find this guy. Does anyone know who/where he is??

Hi John,

are you talking about this Guy?

http://www.ebay.de/itm/KdF-Tachoblatt-Repro-Set-fu...7675.l2557

Cheers,
Thorsten

Tue Jul 02, 2013 10:15 am

Just a brief impression of HO 2013

Tue Jul 02, 2013 5:33 pm

Wow! Those are some very nice vehicles.

Fri Jul 05, 2013 1:28 am

Hessisch RULED!!!
What a fantastic show!
Here are some of my pics, more on www.volksfahrer.nl

The cruise to Hessisch:

My bus in good company:

Driving home in my bus and my vbuddy in his '57

Tue Jul 09, 2013 11:21 am

Had an amazing time in Germany at HO. Great people, new friends, amazing beer, amazing cars etc!! For anyone who has thoughts of attending this show, it will blow your mind. We had a blast. I will be going back in 2017 absolutely 100%

Special Thanks to the Grundman family who were so nice to us. Really enjoyed the hospitality at the BBQ and personal tour and close up viewing of the VW38! Christian, you're show was so amazing! Thank you

Regards from Canada to everyone.
Paul

Tue Jul 09, 2013 11:29 am

From Rob Amos -www.pre67vw.com:

http://vimeo.com/69904936

:D

Tue Jul 09, 2013 1:11 pm

superb 28 minutes HO 2013 video from NDR (North German Broadcasting):
http://www.ndr.de/fernsehen/media/dienordreportage301.html

Tue Jul 09, 2013 2:05 pm

classiccult wrote: superb 28 minutes HO 2013 video from NDR (North German Broadcasting):
http://www.ndr.de/fernsehen/media/dienordreportage301.html

Amazing! The whole town gets into this event. All the shops have vintage parts in the windows. Huge money maker. Imagine the time and effort to put on such a huge event. :shock:

Totally worth your time to go to Germany to experience Hessisch Oldendorf. Every other VW show will suck compared to this event. It's held every 4 years so save your funds and experience it at least once. It will blow you away!
Paul

Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:11 pm

Ok, we've seen pictures and videos. Now here is a little story/adventure for your reading pleasure. Yes it is a bit long, but those of you who knew me from my "writing days" know that I can get long winded. But it really is an interesting story, just one of the many adventures that make these events so much fun.

____________________________________________________

So here’s the story on the little autobahn adventure in the ’49 that was solved with a little fire.

We had made several stops earlier in the day to try and fix a fuel starvation problem that BBT Bob was having in the ’62 type 34 Ghia. It started to lose power up hills and under load. After a few stops, and several “mechanics opinions” a fuel filter behind the engine tin was discovered that no one had known about. It was replaced and the 34 continued to Hessisch unabated. But fuel system troubleshooting was still fresh on our minds.

As I plodded along the motorway in the ’49, the roller pedal held to the floor pretty much constantly except occasionally down an incline, I felt a very faint fade, and return in power. Very subtle, but you know how you get “tuned” to a car after you have driven it for a while. We were maybe about 100kms from Hessisch. I told myself “it was nothing, probably just some impurity in the gas running through the carb”… then it happened again, a slow loss of power, some sputtering, then is would slowly come back. I told my co-pilot Steve, from BBT in Spain "I think we have a problem."

I played with the gas pedal trying to see if I could make it occur. But oddly, under full load, up a hill, roller floored, it ran fine. But as soon as I let up, it sputtered, would lose power, cough a little, then slowly come back. This cycle continued, getting repeatedly more profound each time… until finally it just died, and I coasted to the shoulder flailing the pedal in an unsuccessful attempt to keep it running (ignoring the fact that the 26PCI does not have an accelerator pump, so pumping the pedal does absolutely nothing).

As Steve and I got out, Tom in the ’52 vert coasted up behind us, got out and said, “yeah, something’s wrong, I was seeing puffs of black smoke out of your tailpipe.” We opened up the decklid and immediately spotted the problem: The carb was literally bleeding gas out of every crevice and crack. It was wet top to bottom and dribbling down onto the hot engine. We just kind of took a deep breath and stared at it for a bit hoping the engine bay didn’t just burst into flame.

As it turns out, I had troubleshot and fixed a very similar problem on a piece of lawn equipment at my house that had been literally drowning itself with gas after running just a few minutes. And I had a suspicion that the same thing was happening here. Luckily, just before I finally zipped up the suitcase at home and left for the airport a few days ago, I thought to grab a couple screwdrivers, some pliers, an adjustable wrench and wire cutters and threw them in the suitcase. So a fuel fitting and 3 screws later, we had the top off the carb. I snatched the float from the full bowl of gas, held it to my ear, and shook it.

Yep. Full of gas.

A gradually flooding float no longer, well, floats, no longer hits the needle valve and shuts the gas off from the pump, and the carb just plain chokes to death on gas. This explains while under max load, max fuel consumption, it ran ok, but then drop off the demand and it would flood, choke and stumble.

So at home, in my shop, with the little brass float from the lawn vac, the fix was easy. Find where it was leaking, drill a tiny hole, let the gas out, than solder it closed. Voila. Done. But on the side of the autobahn, with just a few hand tools, a fix was more of a challenge. We were all hardcore gearheads, and Tom and I had a history dabbling in metal fab as well. We could shake the float and get a little wet spot to form on one side. It looked more like a crack in the brass than a hole. While Steve rhythmically shook the float over the guardrail to try and get the gas out, Tom and I discussed other options. Some tape or a sticker? No, the gas would dissolve the adhesive almost immediately. A rubber band and some plastic? Aluminum foil? Maybe, but we thought about what if some a particles got sucked into the jet and stopped it altogether? And in spite of any brilliant McGyver solution we might come up with, we’d still have to get the gas out of the float first, and making another hole in it seemed like a very bad idea.

I thought about it for a while, and concluded that if we could somehow get the gas out of the float without making another hole, it would, in fact, probably “float” for the hour and a half or so we needed to get to Hessisch. All we had to do was figure out how to get the gas out. But Steve wasn’t buying that idea, and was going about trying to find a very small rock along the road, on the theory that we could put a rock in the bowl under the float and it wouldn’t sink as far…. Then I had an idea…….

I asked Steve for the float and his lighter, and walked well away from the ’49. It was very windy and I had to sit cross legged on the shoulder of the highway, right up against some tall grass to even have a chance of keeping the lighter lit. I shook the float a bit, pointed the wet spot down, and lit it with the light. It burned in a small flame. I set the float on the pavement and the fire rose up around the little brass cylinder. And then exactly what I had hoped would happen, did.

The flame heated the air in the float (it had seemed about half full of gas), expanded, and pushed more gas out of the crack on the bottom. This made the fire bigger, made the float hotter, pushed out more gas, etc., etc. In just a few seconds, I had a pretty good fire going in front of my legs! I blew on it furiously and poked the float to roll it out of the flames as I was afraid that if it got too hot, it would just pop. Somehow I got the flaming pavement put out. I let the float cool a bit, and picked it up and shook it. Yes, it still had gas in it, but I knew that I had gotten a good bit out of it, and all I had to do was repeat the trick until it was empty. So scooted down the shoulder a bit, well away from the small wet spot, and repeated the maneuver. Same thing, growing flame, growing wet spot of gas, blow it out. After 3 or maybe 4 fire sessions, I shook the float and it was empty!

I picked it up and walked back toward the splits and Steve and Tom beaming with what I had accomplished. Little did I know however, that while I was conjuring up help from the fire Gods, Steve, still a non believer in my strategy, had ventured along an idea of his own. He and Tom were now back in the engine bay poking tools and wire into the carb bowl. Steve had observed that the shift knob was in fact, roughly the same size as the float, had a cavity underneath it and *might* actually float, and dropped it into the carb bowl. And now Steve and Tom were trying to fish the round headed knob out of the carb. Unsuccessfully.

I had to laugh, and even grabbed my camera to take a pic. After unsuccessful attempts to pry it out withtools, Steve took the gum from his mouth, stuck it on the end of a screwdriver, and after about a half dozen tries, was able to lift the knob up high enough to grab it. We plopped the now empty float back in the carb, replaced the top, attached the fuel line and throttle cable, fired up the old patina’ed ’49 and off we went.

Merging a 25hp engine split back on to the highway actually is not all that difficult because every time we had stopped with the old cars along the highway, we instantly created a traffic jam….

Almost to Hessisch, Steve chuckled to himself and said “You know, we will have to take the float out of the carb tonight and bring it in the hotel with us. Otherwise, it will fill with gas again overnight and we will not be able to start it in the morning…..”. As it turned out, when we finally rolled into Hessisch Oldendorf at around 6:30 or so, people were already setting up impromptu “swap spaces” along sidewalks. An early K manifold caught my eye as I strolled past the rows of splits already there. It had a very nice, banded 26PCI carb on top of it. After some bartering with the seller, I struck a deal for the intake with the carb, and off we went.

The next morning, in the hotel parking garage, the ’49 in fact did not start, it just sputtered and choked on it’s own gas. So we took out the tools and in less than 30 minutes had replaced the float with the one in the carb that I bought, and we rolled out to spend the Saturday at Hessisch……

{maybe another time I’ll pen the story about leaving the town at 11:30 Saturday night, realizing that like 2011 to Bad Camberg, the headlights in the ’49 did not work. So I followed Bill Bowman in the '58 samba back through the farm land on the 15km or so drive to the Hotel in Hameln.

While holding my Droid cell phone out of the window with the “Flashlight App” turned on……..}

Wed Jul 10, 2013 12:49 am

koenigsberg4ever wrote: I only registered to this Forum because of the legendary VW-38 thread on here. My interest is cars in General and Honda specifically.
I thought I have seen most of things when it comes to cars as I have visited the Harrah-Collection in Reno when it was still open and the Birdwood Museum in the Adelaide Hills down in Australia, just to mention two.

I come from Germany btw, about 60 kms from Hessisch-Oldendorf, a place which I have never been...
...until last week-end.

As the Grundmann Collection was open and the VW-38 was apparently on show too, I decided to go so I grabbed my brother on the way and off we went in my little red 1990 Honda CRX.

As we arrived on Saturday-morning it slowly opened my eyes to what this Meeting was: an awesome pot-pourri of the most rare and collectable VWs that I have ever seen. They came to this little German rural town from all over the place: Japan, New Zealand, Australia, Canada, USA the British Isles, Scandinavia, Eastern Europe and even Germany.
The atmosphere was overwhelming too I thought. It was soooo very different to anything I have experienced on German soil. I can't describe it. It had a friendly international flair that even caught-on to the residents. Everyone was happy to share the occasion with others it felt.

I came back on the Sunday as I couldn't get a ticket for the Grundmann-Collection earlier than on Sunday 12.30.
The collection was one of the most impressive that I have ever seen. Small but very impressive. I'd easily put it in the top-5 of German car Museums.

During my two days I found my favourite place on the bench directly in opposition of the 1939 Berlin-Rome car. I must have sat there for hours on end just taking-in all those impressions and rethinking the VW-38 thread whilst looking at the slight assymetrical rear deck-lid design on the 06/38.
I sat there whilst they pushed the 5 cars off the Podium and when they started-up the Berlin-Rome car. The engine Sound is soooo much different to the 06/38. It's almost Porsche-like.

If they are reading this I'd like to thank the two Irish chaps for giving me the book on Hans Stuck and the guy from Melbourne, with his German mate, who I chatted with whilst admiring 06/38.

I will never-ever Forget that week-end. It showed me very plainly that we Germans *can* pull things off in a fun and pleasurable manner and that we shouldn't always think too negative about things.
A very big thank-you to the residents of Hessisch-Oldendorf, the Grundmanns and all the HO13-crew who made all of this possible.

8)

Thanks for these woderful words. So we hope to see you back in 2017 - in your own vintage Volkswagen ;-)

Wed Jul 10, 2013 10:59 am

Absolutely phenomomenon video ....the sound track* was perfect, thanks so much for sharing it WOW....
PS what is the Music? I want....please let me know
And again Thank you!

Kjell Roar wrote: From Rob Amos -www.pre67vw.com:

http://vimeo.com/69904936

:D

Wed Jul 10, 2013 11:08 am

aa390392 wrote: Absolutely phenomomenon video ....the sound track* was perfect, thanks so much for sharing it WOW....
PS what is the Music? I want....please let me know
And again Thank you!

Kjell Roar wrote: From Rob Amos -www.pre67vw.com:

http://vimeo.com/69904936

:D

Music: BB King, all taken from the fantastic 'Spotlight on Lucille' album.

:)

Wed Jul 10, 2013 12:16 pm

johnshenry wrote:
...As it turned out, when we finally rolled into Hessisch Oldendorf at around 6:30 or so, people were already setting up impromptu “swap spaces” along sidewalks. An early K manifold caught my eye as I strolled past the rows of splits already there. It had a very nice, banded 26PCI carb on top of it. After some bartering with the seller, I struck a deal for the intake with the carb, and off we went.

That must have been the most amusing thing I witnessed at HO. You may have been there for just a couple of minutes and already had a K manifold in your hand :lol:

Wed Jul 10, 2013 1:41 pm

Excellent Story JH. Thanks for sharing!

JT

johnshenry wrote: Ok, we've seen pictures and videos. Now here is a little story/adventure for your reading pleasure. Yes it is a bit long, but those of you who knew me from my "writing days" know that I can get long winded. But it really is an interesting story, just one of the many adventures that make these events so much fun.

____________________________________________________

So here’s the story on the little autobahn adventure in the ’49 that was solved with a little fire.

We had made several stops earlier in the day to try and fix a fuel starvation problem that BBT Bob was having in the ’62 type 34 Ghia. It started to lose power up hills and under load. After a few stops, and several “mechanics opinions” a fuel filter behind the engine tin was discovered that no one had known about. It was replaced and the 34 continued to Hessisch unabated. But fuel system troubleshooting was still fresh on our minds.

As I plodded along the motorway in the ’49, the roller pedal held to the floor pretty much constantly except occasionally down an incline, I felt a very faint fade, and return in power. Very subtle, but you know how you get “tuned” to a car after you have driven it for a while. We were maybe about 100kms from Hessisch. I told myself “it was nothing, probably just some impurity in the gas running through the carb”… then it happened again, a slow loss of power, some sputtering, then is would slowly come back. I told my co-pilot Steve, from BBT in Spain "I think we have a problem."

I played with the gas pedal trying to see if I could make it occur. But oddly, under full load, up a hill, roller floored, it ran fine. But as soon as I let up, it sputtered, would lose power, cough a little, then slowly come back. This cycle continued, getting repeatedly more profound each time… until finally it just died, and I coasted to the shoulder flailing the pedal in an unsuccessful attempt to keep it running (ignoring the fact that the 26PCI does not have an accelerator pump, so pumping the pedal does absolutely nothing).

As Steve and I got out, Tom in the ’52 vert coasted up behind us, got out and said, “yeah, something’s wrong, I was seeing puffs of black smoke out of your tailpipe.” We opened up the decklid and immediately spotted the problem: The carb was literally bleeding gas out of every crevice and crack. It was wet top to bottom and dribbling down onto the hot engine. We just kind of took a deep breath and stared at it for a bit hoping the engine bay didn’t just burst into flame.

As it turns out, I had troubleshot and fixed a very similar problem on a piece of lawn equipment at my house that had been literally drowning itself with gas after running just a few minutes. And I had a suspicion that the same thing was happening here. Luckily, just before I finally zipped up the suitcase at home and left for the airport a few days ago, I thought to grab a couple screwdrivers, some pliers, an adjustable wrench and wire cutters and threw them in the suitcase. So a fuel fitting and 3 screws later, we had the top off the carb. I snatched the float from the full bowl of gas, held it to my ear, and shook it.

Yep. Full of gas.

A gradually flooding float no longer, well, floats, no longer hits the needle valve and shuts the gas off from the pump, and the carb just plain chokes to death on gas. This explains while under max load, max fuel consumption, it ran ok, but then drop off the demand and it would flood, choke and stumble.

So at home, in my shop, with the little brass float from the lawn vac, the fix was easy. Find where it was leaking, drill a tiny hole, let the gas out, than solder it closed. Voila. Done. But on the side of the autobahn, with just a few hand tools, a fix was more of a challenge. We were all hardcore gearheads, and Tom and I had a history dabbling in metal fab as well. We could shake the float and get a little wet spot to form on one side. It looked more like a crack in the brass than a hole. While Steve rhythmically shook the float over the guardrail to try and get the gas out, Tom and I discussed other options. Some tape or a sticker? No, the gas would dissolve the adhesive almost immediately. A rubber band and some plastic? Aluminum foil? Maybe, but we thought about what if some a particles got sucked into the jet and stopped it altogether? And in spite of any brilliant McGyver solution we might come up with, we’d still have to get the gas out of the float first, and making another hole in it seemed like a very bad idea.

I thought about it for a while, and concluded that if we could somehow get the gas out of the float without making another hole, it would, in fact, probably “float” for the hour and a half or so we needed to get to Hessisch. All we had to do was figure out how to get the gas out. But Steve wasn’t buying that idea, and was going about trying to find a very small rock along the road, on the theory that we could put a rock in the bowl under the float and it wouldn’t sink as far…. Then I had an idea…….

I asked Steve for the float and his lighter, and walked well away from the ’49. It was very windy and I had to sit cross legged on the shoulder of the highway, right up against some tall grass to even have a chance of keeping the lighter lit. I shook the float a bit, pointed the wet spot down, and lit it with the light. It burned in a small flame. I set the float on the pavement and the fire rose up around the little brass cylinder. And then exactly what I had hoped would happen, did.

The flame heated the air in the float (it had seemed about half full of gas), expanded, and pushed more gas out of the crack on the bottom. This made the fire bigger, made the float hotter, pushed out more gas, etc., etc. In just a few seconds, I had a pretty good fire going in front of my legs! I blew on it furiously and poked the float to roll it out of the flames as I was afraid that if it got too hot, it would just pop. Somehow I got the flaming pavement put out. I let the float cool a bit, and picked it up and shook it. Yes, it still had gas in it, but I knew that I had gotten a good bit out of it, and all I had to do was repeat the trick until it was empty. So scooted down the shoulder a bit, well away from the small wet spot, and repeated the maneuver. Same thing, growing flame, growing wet spot of gas, blow it out. After 3 or maybe 4 fire sessions, I shook the float and it was empty!

I picked it up and walked back toward the splits and Steve and Tom beaming with what I had accomplished. Little did I know however, that while I was conjuring up help from the fire Gods, Steve, still a non believer in my strategy, had ventured along an idea of his own. He and Tom were now back in the engine bay poking tools and wire into the carb bowl. Steve had observed that the shift knob was in fact, roughly the same size as the float, had a cavity underneath it and *might* actually float, and dropped it into the carb bowl. And now Steve and Tom were trying to fish the round headed knob out of the carb. Unsuccessfully.

I had to laugh, and even grabbed my camera to take a pic. After unsuccessful attempts to pry it out withtools, Steve took the gum from his mouth, stuck it on the end of a screwdriver, and after about a half dozen tries, was able to lift the knob up high enough to grab it. We plopped the now empty float back in the carb, replaced the top, attached the fuel line and throttle cable, fired up the old patina’ed ’49 and off we went.

Merging a 25hp engine split back on to the highway actually is not all that difficult because every time we had stopped with the old cars along the highway, we instantly created a traffic jam….

Almost to Hessisch, Steve chuckled to himself and said “You know, we will have to take the float out of the carb tonight and bring it in the hotel with us. Otherwise, it will fill with gas again overnight and we will not be able to start it in the morning…..”. As it turned out, when we finally rolled into Hessisch Oldendorf at around 6:30 or so, people were already setting up impromptu “swap spaces” along sidewalks. An early K manifold caught my eye as I strolled past the rows of splits already there. It had a very nice, banded 26PCI carb on top of it. After some bartering with the seller, I struck a deal for the intake with the carb, and off we went.

The next morning, in the hotel parking garage, the ’49 in fact did not start, it just sputtered and choked on it’s own gas. So we took out the tools and in less than 30 minutes had replaced the float with the one in the carb that I bought, and we rolled out to spend the Saturday at Hessisch……

{maybe another time I’ll pen the story about leaving the town at 11:30 Saturday night, realizing that like 2011 to Bad Camberg, the headlights in the ’49 did not work. So I followed Bill Bowman in the '58 samba back through the farm land on the 15km or so drive to the Hotel in Hameln.

While holding my Droid cell phone out of the window with the “Flashlight App” turned on……..}

Wed Jul 10, 2013 3:09 pm

Great story John!!