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Week 25 2009, beginning on June 15. |
![]() As it is. |
![]() Going downtown, in a sunny mood. |
![]() Hermitage in the Cornelis Schuytstraat, Menno Kroon. |
![]() Saturday 10:00. First ticket for the czar of the Hermitage in Saint Petersburg, Michail Piotrovsky, with Ernst W. Veen. Guy |
![]() Russian President Medvedev. Guy |
![]() Hermitage on the Amstel. Guy |
![]() "Faster Boss!" Guy |
![]() Piet Hein Loop. Not a loop! Guy |
![]() Camp Interfaces, Groote Markt, Tutmhout, Belgium. |
![]() "No, I'm waiting for a yellow cab." |
![]() "No, we'll walk." |
![]() Leather, and EML sidecar. |
![]() "I kick on the moment of driving away." |
![]() "Nothing too serious." |
![]() "It's been standing here for weeks." "Probably nicked." |
![]() "A bridge is too much for me." |
![]() "Naw, a parrot is nothing for me." |
![]() "The kids wanted to stay on the party." |
![]() "I think you're too much middle of the road." |
![]() Friday. "We won't stay under water longer than your mother can miss you." |
Demonstratie historische raceauto's Naarden-Vesting 27 juni. Rondjes om de kerk. |
![]() Meico Koudstaal. Entrepreneur and lover of wheels, man in the back of the Salon. |
![]() Note the paintings. |
![]() Racing Team Holland. Setting the overall tone on the grand opening day. |
![]() 1:43, 1:18. |
![]() Paintings by Hessel Bes! |
![]() Planes and automobiles, no trains. |
![]() The only DS with rear wheel drive. |
![]() "Dicey spot, I'd say." |
![]() "Will take about a minute." Guy |
![]() "I can't hold her still." Guy |
![]() Thursday. "The three of us the same, or different?" Guy |
Amongst other goals we had been cruising Dole (France near Dijon) for a model car shop and by the end of the afternoon we found one, in a side street near the beginning of the main street where we had begun our stroll. The shop was far more sophisticated than we could have expected in such an old town, and the models they ran were as modern as the most up to date models that we had seen at Autopassion in Haarlem, or Le Petit Salon de l'Auto in Naarden Vesting. On the shelves with 1:43 scale models a Bugatti 57 Tank made an enormous impact, bright two tone blue, adorned with little details, a fine radiator front, racing number 1, filling caps, a grand aluminum, wood rimmed steering wheel, and impossibly refined wheels with innumerable, fragile spokes, undoubtedly as strong as the real thing in the scale of reality. Not before I was at the home where I was staying, as excited as while buying a real sports car, I noted that the windscreen lying flat on top of the bonnet was broken and a corner was missing. The small windscreen in front of the driver had been broken off and was gone altogether, as if the car had been in a racing accident, or in a turmoil after a race. This explained the surprisingly low price I had to pay, for which I even did not need to use my credit card. It was late Saturday afternoon. The dealer was far too far to drive back, and it had become too late. The next morning we would drive back home in Holland. For years and years I had hoped to hit upon a Bugatti Tank, and this exquisite model manufactured by IXO, was the nearest I got so far. Although this Tank was not the real Tank in my eyes it had been the winner in Le Mans in 1939, with Wimille and Veyron at the wheel, yes the Veyron! There's also a Tank that looks like it's constructed with Meccano material, with a hood that's bent with a single curve in the sheet of aluminum. This 57 was elegant enough to drive from castle to castle on the Loire. But the damage to the car was an awful setback. At home I hesitated to open the box. First I inspected the line of Bugatti's in my showcase. In the midst of the others stood a battered dull, dusty light blue 57 model by Sibur, with flat tires(!), in a dismal state of deterioration, but with the small racing screen and the screen lying flat on the bonnet still intact. Thrilled I took them off and mounted them on the new model and so readied the racer for display on Pebble Beach. Click! |
![]() Sale! Guy |
![]() Wednesday. "Can't be the turbo. That's for sure." Guy |
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![]() Segway, the really smart way. Guy |
![]() "60%" Guy |
![]() PhotoShop. Guy |
![]() "We've just been to the park." |
![]() "Pretty damp." |
![]() Tuesday. Slight rain now and then, |
![]() Doing business with pleasure. Guy |
![]() Pleasure yachts in the Westerdok area. Guy |
![]() Back in the Hilton in A. |
![]() Built for the Sahara, but also very usable in the garden. It was around 1963 when Jan dropped by with a new Citroën Sahara, just arrived from Paris, a twin-engine heavy duty 2CV, grey and a spare wheel sunken into the bonnet. I vividly remember the double roar of both engines Later I drove by the showroom on the Stadionplein and saw that Jan had driven the car up the stairs to the floor where the offices were located. A week ago, in a shop in Vesoul that seemed to be closing shop I found the same Sahara amidst some other Citroëns. When back in the house where we were staying I excitedly drove around the garden. |
![]() Vesoul. Where we found a mint two-engined 2CV. |
![]() After 30 years. |
![]() Open air cathedral in Valay. |
![]() Valay, 10 km before Gray to the left. |
![]() Going in circles. |
![]() Pur sang small car in Pesmes. |
Switch Image Communication Phlog op Cellspace. Where to go in Amsterdam. |
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