Every year the Arctic Air-Cooled VW club holds a reunion, which means if you have a Volkswagen you can bring it and show it off. This happens on the Saturday before Father’s Day. I got involved because my son in law, Dan Montgomery, is involved with the club. He has had a love for VW’s all his life. He even inherited his Dad’s 1967 Bug which he drove to Alaska when he moved here. Which if you saw the Bug you would wonder how he made it up the Alaska Highway. It has won the VW in the worst shape many times.
Anyway back to the Family Reunion. It is a lot of fun. They give out prizes every hour. Yes, they have something to do with Volkswagens. I do believe that the Diamond Center usually donates some kind of gift card for the big drawing.
The event is free but they do like everyone to vote on the VW’s. There were four divisions to vote on, The best Volkswagen, best Audi, best Porsche and the best beater.
Why you ask are Audi and Porsche at a Volkswagen Family Reunion? Well I asked too and this is what I found.
Volkswagen Group sells cars under the brand Volkswagen, Audi, and Porshe. So, all these brands are owned by the same parent company. Volkswagen started in 1937. They had a majority share in Audi by 1966, bringing Audi under the control of the Volkswagen group.
So I guess they are all Volkswagens.
I am sure you can find a vehicle that interests you enough to vote on it but I warn you it is hard to chose.
Even the young are having fun.
If you would like to know about the club you can check them out here:
Growing up in South Texas and Catholic I have always loved the old missions. As I said we were looking for places to stop on our Road Atlas. I had noticed that San Xavier del Bac was just outside of Tucson.
I don’t know how many of you have kids out there but I have five, 3 boys and 2 girls. They age from 44 to 35 this year. You know we all love our kids no matter what stupid things they do. Of course, I have to remember the dumb things I did when I was young and survived. The boys as they grew older slowly got their head out of there; oh what would you call it, Oh yea ASS! Anyway so my youngest finally got his head out and just got out 6 months of rehab. We are all very proud of him for this. So he has decided that he should not drive until he gets his license back. I guess he decided seven years without was probably enough because those driving without a license fines and jail time was not fun. So we were helping him get a truck today so he can get his interlock in it and then he can get his license. Anyway he finds a $800 truck he wants. We take him over to look at it and he buys it. I am thinking great we can get everything done before we leave on Monday. I call about getting the interlock put in and am told that because it is almost closing time and a holiday weekend they won’t be open again until Tuesday. Then we found out that he has to take the driving part again in his truck with the interlock in because it has been so long. Which means he is going to have to fix the passenger seat because the back of it is in the back seat. The truck needed an alternator, so we took him to pick that up. We go back to the truck and he puts it in. We jump it and of course, it is empty. Off to the gas station with David, my husband, driving and me following. We gas up and get onto Diamond, a main street in Anchorage, Alaska, at rush hour. What happens then you ask? It dies at a stop light. I have to pull up next to them, so they can try to jump it. I now have blocked the turn lane and have now pissed off tons of people because they can’t get a round us. So the guys decide we will pull it with out Subaru Outback. All we have is some nylon rope that they have doubled and got us tied together. As we start off the rope breaks. They fix it and we get pulled into the nearest parking lot. After tightening up connections and charging the battery the guys get it running. We are off again home. Oh yea, I forgot to mention that the guy that had the truck had a ton too much oil in it, so it is smoking to high heaven. So we have smoke going everywhere and then this guy in a convertible goes zooming past us. I am thinking I bet you are trying to get out of the smoke. I remember driving down some Interstate one time and saw signs that said don’t drive into the smoke. I could never figure out what that sign meant but now I am wondering if it has something to do with this. Anyway, the truck is home. My son then says I think things are starting to go my way!