I thought I would start a new, more friendly thread. What closeencounters, of the mother nature type,have you had with your 356? Forexample, at the shop last week when I was removing a motor from 356, whilereaching behind the fan housing to get to the top bolts, I got a handful ofmud wasp's nest, fortunately they moved out. 6 months ago while a 356 was onthe lift 2 mice come flying out the open heater duct and now are dodgingtraffic in San Francisco. Lets hear some stories, 1st prize a mysteryPorsche picture.Sincerely,Alan,The Stable, San Francisco
Back in 1992 Joan and I bought our '63 Cab shortly after our honeymoon. Ihad joined the Registry in Dec of 1991 and we signed up for the East Coastholiday at Snoeshoe WV. We decided to depart early on Friday morning to meetanother couple in Greenville to caravan.
We had been regular viewers of the bizarre TV show "Twin Peaks". If anyoneremembers it had this supernational villian with the scary name "Bob". Heoften appeared in the form of a large owl. My wife was scared to death bythis show, and I took great delight in jumping out of closets and otherjuvenile stunts to make her even more jumpy. Seems like we watched anepisode the night before departure.....
Anyway, we leave home about 7:30 AM, its a little foggy and dim outside, butof course the top is down. We are cruising down a tree-lined country roadabout a mile from our house when, you guessed it, a HUGE owl swooped downfrom the passenger side and nearly brushed our heads. (He passed through thespace that would be occupied by the raised top.) I think 200ms earlier hewould have splattered on the windshield. I don't know if the owl or Joan'sscream scared me more. :-) Thankfully the rest of the trip was uneventful.
> From: "The Stable"
Dear Charles, That's a great story, I have two questions. How did you get so manywords past the list monitors? Second, could you please give me the VINnumber so that I never buy that car.Sincerely,Alan,The Stable, San Francisco
I guess this might qualify:
In my old neighborhood, there was a large and vigorous population of feralcats. Anyway, a couple of winters ago, a litter of kittens was born in thebushes beside my house. The momma and kittens were all very wary of humans,and so we mostly stayed out of each other's way (I did later adopt the runtof the litter, who grew up to be a strapping25 pounds of pure love).Anyway...
One night I got home, only to remember I had to go feed a traveling friend'sdog, about a mile away. I ran out, jumped in the coupe, and sped off. Fedthe dog, back in the car, sped home (dinner was in the oven). Get out ofthe car, get halfway up the steps, and then i hear it: frantic meowing.
My first thought, oh, shit, I ran over one of those kittens. I whip out theMaglight and scan the driveway: nothing. The MEOWING IS COMING FROM UNDERTHE CAR. Oh, God.
I get down and look under the car. Nothing. THE MEOWING IS COMING FROM THEENGINE COMPARTMENT. Oh, God.
Expecting the worst, like, kitten vs. generator belt, I pull the release,and shine the light in.
And there, clinging to the top of the fan shroud (the scratches are stillthere) is the meanest of the kittens. He had ridden all the way over (and iwas driving rather aggresively) and back, clinging to the fan shroud. He wasOK, but pissed, and scared. I reached in, and gingerly plucked him out- hehad never let me near him. He purred, and snuggled close, until I got himten feet from the car, and then he bit the crap out of me until I droppedhim.
That damn cat grew up to be the terror of the neighborhood.
[REPLY] email@example.com wrote:
>That damn cat grew up to be the terror of the neighborhood.Another 356 survivors story!
Michael Jekot356C Coupe "Zuff"Mfg. 1963, Model year 1964, Reg. 1965,Minneapolis MNhttp://www.356registry.org/Fun/mikesnewcar.html
Michael Branning wrote:["Twin Peaks" had this supernational villian with the scary name "Bob".]
A dweller of one of those nation-straddling villas--maybe at the US/Mexicanborder?
Best wishes,Dave Wildrick (sorry, I couldn't resist)64 C coupe65 C coupe
Markham: You reminded me of a similar happening out here on the farm.
I had only lived out here (rural Virginia) for a couple of months; and when Imoved, in and brought a couple of 356 hulks which were distributed throughoutthe farm. One of the cars was a restorable S 90 coupe (now restored see alsoJeff Stevens) which had almost no floor pan in it.
One day, in an early November fall day while walking by the coupe, I heard astrange noise emanating from the inside of the car. I opened the door andlifted the back seat and there resting comfortably were 3 new born kittens. Ifigured momma was around somewhere so, after showing my two young boys, weresigned to leaving them alone to their momma's concern.
The next day one of my boys came in crying that something had gotten thekittens. My wife checked it out and she confirmed that indeed the kittens wereripped asunder and only pieces of intestines remained. We consoled the kids asbest we could and soon forgot about the matter.
Months past and early one morning in late March, my wife called us to thekitchen window, and low and behold, there sat 3 wide eyed kittens. I guess whatshe had seen earlier was Momma's meal which I guess she needed to consume tohave the strength to take care of 3 kittens. By the way, these, as most kittensraised in the wild, were as mean as could be and took months of care and feedingto tame them.
I often wonder where the Mama cat had moved those kittens for there was no traceof them for 5 months. And I also wonder what is the significance of being bornin the back seat of a 356; and if its anything like being conceived in the frontseat of a 356 and are there any of those critters walking around. Just food forthought.
Markham Cronin wrote:
> I guess this might qualify:
I aint gone yet.
The best cat I ever had was one that was being chased by a MEAN germanshepard. ran between my legs and looked up like HELP.
Put her in my chest pocket and took home. Named her Carrera cause Ialways wanted one. She is 15 now and sleeps on my feet every night.
I have a short animal close-encounter-of-the-third-kind story, kind of scaryat the time.
When I bought my Convertible D back in '94, I flew to Missoula with Sandrato drove it back to Denver. It was late October and on the trip we wentthrough Yellowstone which was receiving it's first really good snow storm ofthe year.
Well the Yellowstone Buffalo are pretty smart and when there is snow, theyuse the roadways for ease of traveling. We were slowy driving (10 - 20 mph)and sightseeing when all of a sudden a herd of buffalo moved on to the roadin front of us. So I slowed some more wanting to give them time to crossthe road. But instead of crossing the road they just wondered on and slowlysurrounded the Convertible D, their front shoulders much taller than theConvertible D's roof.
We were in the middle of the herd and I was trying to keep the car movingvery slowly at the same pace as the herd. Then I looked out my side windowand there was this enormous head looking in, just staring at me eye ball toeye ball. He exhaled through his nose and fogged up the side window. Iswear he was thinking "I can take that car." The size of a buffalo thisclose is really scary, they're big suckers. This is crazy, I thought, he'sgona use that head to smash my car like one of those crushers used in junkyards.
So I came to a dead stop and Sandra and I waited perfectly still until theherd moved on. When they were a hundred or so yards up the road we startedfollowing very slowly not wanting to close the gap. Periodically members ofthe herd glanced over the shoulders to look back at us. We continuedseveral miles like that until they moved down a side road. Gee, I wish wehad taken a picture I told Sandra. We laughed and continued on to Denverthe snow increasing rapidly in intensity - but that another story.
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