DDK - Die Deutschen Klassiker

Bruce M wrote: ↑Thu May 15, 2025 2:06 pm A few like Lotus on here?

2nd hand photo from Facebook, freshly restored.



Very early chassis (#403)

Will (scalino) has or had one just like that

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My old Climax-engined Seven

My buddy Luke Theochari's genuine ex-filmstar Herbie Beetle atop his bone-stock 1962 Beetle, complete with genuine matching UK registrations. Herbie fans will know that in the film Herbie's California licence plate was OFP 857. Now that's cool!

PS - Luke also has three '73 Carrera RSs tucked away for a rainy day...

A top man too

Indeed he is...

And his pic around VW showrooms all over the country as well as being in their TV ad. Fair play to the VW marketing team to recognise actual life long devotees

Very cool collection


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That looks amazing
I still have a dinky toy of it somewhere

jb wrote: ↑Sat May 24, 2025 10:46 am That looks amazing
I still have a dinky toy of it somewhere

From July 1956 just 2/9d

I’ve just returned from the Frazer Nash Club ‘Raid’ to Boulogne driving my father’s old Frazer Nash/BMW 319 roadster - for the first big trip since its engine rebuild.



I’ve driven on Porsche rallies, convoys and Flat Four Runs before of course - whether in my old 356 or 911, but in amongst pre war Nashes is something else! They don’t hold back.




The guy fettling his Supersports is Simon Blakeney Edwards, Chair of the VSCC, winner of this year’s Silverstone Pomeroy Trophy, and President of the Nash Club - he oversaw the rebuilding of my engine.



The first day’s drive from Dieppe to the Hotel in Boulogne was sublime - fab weather, a small convoy all in synch with warning hand signals travelling back down the line so there were no surprise speed bumps that French villages love.



There were over 70 Nashes - we were the only non chain driven, but we were made really welcome - a number of the Nash owners have 315s or 319s back home.



On the second day the weather was apocalyptic, and I learnt a lot about my road holding capabilities - tail happy. The Rain Ex was useless, and driving through a turbine landscape, the side wind (with no side screens) was like no other - but we got there to St Valery. And back.



The Nash club (Captain - our very own Winston Teague) has a very active up and coming youth element as family cars are handed down and enjoyed - expertly. On Sunday we all congregated in the Place de Résistance to commemorate a Nash winning the 1925 Boulogne Grand Prix.



After a romp around the old circuit, we were returning to the hotel and disaster struck. Engine died. We pulled over. Within seconds, passing Nashes had pulled up to help - we were in excellent, supportive, knowledgable hands. They aren’t going to let you be left behind.



It was like being operated on. I said as much to one of the guys, and he replied under his breath - ‘I think you’ll find one of them actually IS a surgeon’. The fuel pump was diagnosed US. A replacement one was magicked from a boot of spares, lashed up to get us back to the hotel, with the help of a Frenchman living nearby (arms folded in pic) who supplied electric wire and connectors (from the middle of Lidl) - and we returned to the hotel, where a better replacement fuel pump was found and donated!



It all got us back safely to England. A knockout experience. Film coming shortly when I get a chance after we’ve finished our garden opening.

Brilliant, love stories like this. Looked like a proper adventure

Superb stuff