When my brother and I were 13 and 14, my dad took us to Alviso,
the bottom of the SF Bay to look at a '60 Bugeye sprite he had seen
broken down by the side of the road. It was in poor shape, and he
bit for $300. He used to own a bugeye that he had bought new. We
spent years tinkering with it and learning to drive in it. In this
day of airbags, I still find it amazing they let me take it out when
I was 16. A week after I got my license I was pulled over for the
first time, having run my first twisty road located in a residential
area. "Do you know how fast you were going?" "No sir" ( I was truly
lost in the moment ) "50 mph." and he walked away. Man, how was I
going to tell this to my parents? That officer was the model of
compassion, he came back and let me off with a warning since I had
just gotten my license. Anyway, the Bugeye moved out of our life
eventually, but I was hooked and had seen 3000's, so after I got a
real job out of college I found one that was in poor shape......
Mark Buggy
'67 BJ8 just coming out of a 14 month surgery on the suspension and
frame welding. I installed the newly painted valve cover last
night! Spring is just around the corner...
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