Thursday, May 31, 2007


Yesterday morning, Mike and I took the carshare car and drove up to Bucks County to visit my Ghia. She's been at the garage getting the once, twice, thrice-over in preparation for some upcoming body work. Mike drove the Ghia up the night I went to Maine and I'll admit I was nervous for the both of them... My car! My husband! My loves! But, he reported that she drove like a champ, especially after filling the tank with fuel (*sigh* one year and we've filled the tank only once... ). The first few times I went into the garage after the car was gone, it was a little odd. I mean, I no longer had to slither like a snake to get my bike off the wall. And, if our neighbors borrowed the extension ladder, I didn't have to back my car out. Or, if we wanted to use the shovel or the rake or any of those tools, I didn't have to hold my breath as I squeezed past the driver's side mirror. And, I haven't had to peek into the garage every time I walk by to make sure the makeshift shelf of paint cans hasn't fallen on the hood of my Ghia...

A week or so passed and I started to miss the car. Yeah, she's not exactly a daily driver right now, but still. Every morning I rode my bike, I would caress the tail-end of the car or trail my fingers over the script on the rear deck. It was part of my routine to see that cherry red 'vert twice a day, after all. But, I got used to the newly spacious garage. Mike got used to it even faster--no sooner had the car been dropped off at the garage and he pulled his motorcycle in. By the day of his graduation, just a few short weeks after taking the car out, our garage was full of old flower pots and window boxes, a tub of rock and busted cement, and half a dozen other things that, huh, suddenly had to be in the garage. It's as if the garage has the reproduction tendencies of rabbits.

So, I stopped missing the car and started kinda stressing about the amount of stuff in the garage. Until yesterday.

As we came upon the garage (having spent 10 or so miles lost in BucksCo), my heart did a little flip-flop when I saw this beauty sitting near the street:
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(click on the picture to read the notes)

And while the work needed to get the Ghia road-worthy (and inspection-passable) is extensive and expensive, autumn drives under canopies of orange, red, and yellow leaves are a *real* possibility this year.

How extensive is the work? How about some exploded diagrams!

The coupe, exploded. You can see the floor pans and rocker panels--these parts are around the numbers 10, 11, and 12.

VWheritageSideexploded copy
A 'vert in profile showing the lower body pieces that are integral to the car's structure.

VWheritageFloorexploded copy
Finally, an exploded view of the floorpans.

I've been torn these last few days--we got the estimate and it's high. As in HIGH. But, it's not as high as the first estimate. And, my friends and husband have done a nice job of convincing me that fixing this car is the right thing to do. My neighbor, a week or so ago, was pondering the fate of the Ghia with me (this was before we had the figures) and after I complained about the extent of repairs necessary, he said, "But if you'd gotten a complete Ghia, you'd have nothing more to dream of." My friend Monica said, in reply to my whining about the amount of money sunk so far into this endeavor said, "...there is no new car that exists that has the character, fun, and charisma that a Ghia has," and she should know--she has one herself!

So. Once the work gets started (sometime in the next couple of weeks), it'll take 4-6 weeks to finish. Then. THEN. Then anyone who wants can ride shotgun while I drive all over, smiling so wide my face aches.


jody said...

it's SO worth it and you're gonna love every minute of it in a few weeks!

Rodrigo said...

Oi, achei teu blog pelo google tá bem interessante gostei desse post. Quando der dá uma passada pelo meu blog, é sobre camisetas personalizadas, mostra passo a passo como criar uma camiseta personalizada bem maneira. Até mais.