Let's hear your Dub history then.

I liked reggae from an early age and it was just a natural progression to dub

 

I bought a '69 1200 beetle when I passed my test 17 years ago as I had always wanted one and it was a good car to learn basic maintenance on. Family had a Bay, LT and a MK1 golf when I was growing up, they seemed so much better than the Marina they replaced!

The beetle lasted 5 years then the floor fell out, so sold it.

Then followed a succession of golfs (mk1, 2, 3 and 5) before buying a T25 (1985 WBX model) 7 years ago, followed by another beetle (1971 1300).

T25 rusted and rusted then rusted some more until it was an MOT failure, so sold it and bought a bay (1973) at the start of this year.

I now just have the bay and the beetle as the family cars, but really want to add a Squareback to the collection, and a Mk1 Caddy but can't quite afford to... one day maybe....

 

Spent quite a few of my early years in Africa and used to get taken to school every day in a bay microbus so wanted one ever since, finally achieved my dream this year (sort of) with a double cab

 

Similar a mate of a mate had a VW estate thingy in the early 80s I had a cortina ... next brush with VW was when I had a Golf GTI for my first company car (2001) then we bought a VW Camper in 2010.

 

My Dad bought a 72 Devon Camper in 1986 she became know as Netty the caravanette, she trundled us about as a family of 6 until 2000, when she failed her MOT due to a infestation of tin worm. I rebuilt her over many many weekends using parts from Schofields, she the went back down to my Dad and was re-painted before he left her sitting in the garage for 15 years.

My first car was a 83 Polo Coupe Sport, in 1995 a awesome little 4 speed 1300 cc thing with just enough of a nod to the Mk1 Golf Gti if you squinted that I thought it was the mutts nuts. Subsequently blew the motor on the A9 near Aviemore it did have 183k miles on the clock and if memory serves 70mph was about 4.5k rpm.

I then had a series of mk2 Golf Gti's
alternating with E28/E34 M535i's

Then a e46 M3 which I still own.

Late last year my Dad turned over Netty into my custody - thanks Dad..... after a thorough mechanical shake down, a full new interior and all new upholstery so far this year we have covered near 4K miles since getting her rolling properly late May.

I wonder if we can keeper her road worthy long enough let her jump to another generation ?

 

I was looking for something guff to waste my humongous salary on.

 

Gills first car was a beetle and I have always had old cars,my first car was a triumph spitfire.
Gills sisters partner had a split that he bought in from Germany that we used to go camping a lot with. After getting fed up with the cold and wet we sold our TR6 and bought a purple T25 from a clown. Spent 4 years getting it how we liked only for a white van man writing it off.
Then we were persuaded to go to bay as a replacment 6 years on I am still fixing it.

 

I am a very bellow average surfer, so I always though I should have a van to compensate...

So I have been dreaming of owning one for ages, but one day, on the highway I saw a convoy of 2 bays. I don't think they knew each other (1 with German license plate and one with UK one).
As I'm about to pass them (at that time I was driving a car able to overtake), the German bay signals that he will take the next exit.
The British bay moves in the middle lane and slows down to get at the same level as the German.
Both drivers roll down their windows and fist bump before going their own way.
I looked I my girlfriend and told her, one day that will be us!

Well.. I have the van, I'm still waiting for that fist bump!

 

An ACTUAL clown ?

 

It was this one for me.

 

I came home from hospital as a baby in the 68 15oo bug I have. This was bought in Aug 74 and I was born shortly after. My grandad bought a 1970 1300 before I was born and this stayed with him until he rolled it twice on "Conno's corner" at the age of 83 (that was his nick name) but more of that car later.
I have memories of replacing clutches and exhausts with my dad from about the age of eight and lifting an engine off my dads trapped hand whilst he lay under the car at a similar age. We had annual Holidays in Devon pulling huge trailers and loads of other general family stuff.

Eventually the car failed it's MOT when I was about 14 so I put a crook lock on it and stole the keys so it couldn't be scrapped. At 16 I stripped it one day and boxes all the bits and took them to my bedroom. I got an uncle to help me weld some panels and prepped it for paint. It came back looking A1. The painter was a friend and a rolls Royce trained panel beater and it was amazing. So when I passed my test I had a car. MY car. This was driven hard very hard from 1991 - 1997.
In 2000 it failed it's MOT on the bottom frame head plate so that was repaired and the car painted black. It was driven again for about six months.
It was motd again in 2013 and the engine gave up. I've now got that sorted and my dad recently drove the car again for the first time since about 1994.
In 2013 as an early 40th present the van arrived and that will never be sold

Back to Conno's car. The dramatic double roll into a field left my 83 year old ex scots guard grandad with with nothing more than a small cut on top of his head. I arrived home late and he got out of bed and came to tell me he had written his car off. I drove to see it in the daylight and it was recovered (driven out of the field by my dad and uncle) after the battery was re connected. I stripped it and kept or sold any usable parts. The engine and gearbox went into a car that was being driven by my girlfriend at the time (now my wife). KPF 935K. If anybody knows of its whereabouts.

I have loads of memories and dub related stories but I would definitely say it's in my blood and I'm not just in it for the trendy moment. I cherish both my dubs and smile when I drive them

 

Watched Lost. Hit eBay. Passed on one bus. Bought the second one by bidding the reserve price a couple of hours before the auction closed.
Drove the bus , first time as driver of a VW of any kind (especially T2) for 120 miles home. Plenty of stops to fiddle with gear linkage on knackered hearbox. Did not break down or die screaming NO BRAKES !! althouugh that came close rolling out of control down a steep hill onto an A road about 1/2 mile into ownership.


That was 2010. Now 51000 miles driven in Bouncy Bus.

 

My dad always bought Vw in the 60's and 70's when I was growing up. I wasn't interested at all. In my twenties I got interested in British sports cars and eventually bought an Austin Healey Sprite mk 4 and restored it around a new, professionally painted bodyshell. I then bought a dodgy MGBGT and had to learn to weld to fix it.
Kids came along, hired a Brazilian bus and decided I wanted one. Bloke I played cricket with sold me his 1973 Devon five years ago for £1800. I sold the Sprite and started fixing up the Devon. I love it and don't know why I didn't get one years ago...

 

yep a real actual clown complete with red nose

 

The details of my VW life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin?

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from County Offaly with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. He owned a red early before my birth and a white bay during my formative years. He often drove what are now fondly looked upon as classics yet at the time were termed pieces of sh1te. He bowed to the zeitgeist and bought a J reg beetle where he was oft seen to affect a 'repair' with bondo and a copy of the Penarth Times. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. At 24 I owned the first VW of my own, a tornado red Golf Gti that I still own to this day, it festers in my mums garage. I drifted through a malaise of other makes and styles, there was a G60 Corrado, a VR6 that I was nearly assassinated in, but I often harked back to the white bay of my childhood. I bought it back 5 years ago and it has scorched a line through my bank account ever since. I have no care for aircooled, and junked the engine first, however I am trying to keep the rest as near original as possible. I currently own a different VW, a Tiguan,which I nearly sold immediately when I realised they call them Tiggy's in their forum.

 

You've been listening to placebo ?