By naterisch
06/05/2016
A few weeks ago, Hal the machinist called to give me the bad news about my 1974 2002tii: Otto’s head was not only warped, but cracked in two places. No problem, I thought; I have an entire spare tii engine I bought for about $400 sitting under my porch. Plan A was to steal its head—but I do not know what shape that head (or the rest of that engine) is in, and the more I thought about it, appropriating the head would reduce the value of the block to near zero, both to me or to anyone else.
By naterisch
05/30/2016
A car club is all about marque fans, and fan is short for fanatic. Around these parts, that fanaticism translates into brand loyalty—sometimes blind loyalty, I must admit, as one who has occasionally poured about six times the value of a car into its restoration. (Okay, eight. Or maybe ten times—but who’s counting?)
By naterisch
05/30/2016
I was prepping the ’72 2002tii for the 2,100-mile round trip to the Vintage in Asheville, North Carolina, when my magic smart phone made an e-mail ding. I try to be hyper-responsive to everyone who wants something from me, so I checked my e-mail. 
By naterisch
05/23/2016
There is something very powerful about the automotive world. For those of us who love wheeled machines like family, the automotive ether repeatedly pulls us towards other likeminded people. It generates instant rapport with folks who share the passion, and it can spark a long-term friendship in mere minutes.
By naterisch
05/22/2016
When you read this, Kugel, my ’72 2002tii, and I will have just returned from a nearly-2,000-mile jaunt to the Vintage in its new home in Asheville, North Carolina. I’ll soon have a piece in Roundel Magazine about it.

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