
My first VW, a white ’64 1200, had served me superbly, and I sold it for what I had paid for it ($400). When I found myself back in Baltimore in late 1974, having quit the experimental theater company, I needed some wheels, and quick, so when I found an ad for a white’63 for only $200, I bit. White had quickly become my good-luck color for cars; it still is. It ran very poorly, so, I offered them $150, and they accepted. Driving it back to Towson on the Beltway was a nail-biter, but something told me it was going to be ok (it just needed some new points).
But before long I talked myself into rebuilding the engine (a steady job will do that), and adding big bore cylinders as part of the equation. I loved the way my brother’s ’66 1300 had run, so I figured a 1385cc would do about as well. It did, thanks to that and some decambering of the rear wheels. It was closest I’d ever get to my dream car, an old Porsche 356.
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