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May 2008 - Canterbury Volkswagen Enthusiast Club
May 2008 - Canterbury Volkswagen Enthusiast Club
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8<br />
Punk, VWs and electricity<br />
It was the late Seventies in Northern England, Punk was alive and well<br />
and vintage Volkswagens were cheap, numerous and unwanted.<br />
At that time my appearance was, how can I say this? A little ‘alternative’,<br />
but I knew what I liked and driving around in my ‘51 bug wearing<br />
Vivienne Westwood bondage trousers and a swastika T’-shirt was where<br />
it was at for me. Although my appearance or choice of car was not to<br />
everyone's taste.<br />
I shared my time between ‘pogoing’ in the basements of music stores<br />
to that weeks new releases and hunting the country for Volkswagen<br />
treasure which gave my ears time to recover and the spit to dry in my<br />
spiky hair.<br />
I searched everywhere, gardens, lockups and<br />
fields but I always seemed to turn up the rarest<br />
stuff at farms. So this is where this story will<br />
start.<br />
I had been driving around most of the early<br />
morning, with the sounds of X-Ray Spex still<br />
ringing loudly in my ears and my vision still a<br />
little blurry from… well that stuffs best left out<br />
of this. When I happened to see the unmistakable<br />
shape of an early Kombi in the remnants of a<br />
derelict cow shed. It was a good way off in the<br />
distance, but it was clear enough for me.<br />
I followed a couple of roads until I found myself at the entrance to a farm<br />
house, and with my usual gusto I parked my car and swaggered in, only<br />
to be greeted by an horrific sight. Straight ahead of me was a tractor<br />
embedded in a large electrical pylon with the farmhand hanging out<br />
of the cab violently shaking. Anti-establishment or not, I knew I had to<br />
help! I remembered from school not to touch anyone being electrocuted,<br />
so I looked around and picked up a large wooden pole and ran as fast as<br />
my Doc Martins would carry me screaming something along the lines of<br />
“Don’t worry I’ll get you!”<br />
As I approached I couldn’t see the mans face but as I got within a few<br />
metres his ghostly white face turned and as his eyes rolled in his head<br />
towards me, he gave out a scream, leaped up and ran out of the farm<br />
yard, over a five bar gate and out into the fields.<br />
It transpired that he had rested the tractor against the pylon as the<br />
handbrake didn’t work and was shaking the mud of his gum boots when<br />
in the mirror he saw a young, rather large punk running toward him<br />
waving a four by two, ranting something about getting him. Guess I<br />
would have ran too!<br />
Never did get the Kombi but thought you might like the story.<br />
ANON.