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[Ace Le Count]

Does anyone have some crazy 914 stories that they'd like to share? Maybe your son/daughter was born in one? Maybe you drag raced someone that was getting cocky because they thought their riced out civic was faster? Maybe you used a 914 as a getaway car after you robbed a bank? How has your 914 saved the day?

[AZBanks]

Another long one.

In 1986 I bought my first 1971 914 two weeks after I turned 18. I don't know the exact color. Looked like Guards Red to me, 916 front bumper, lowered, 205/60 Fulda tires, VW bus engine( (IMG:style_emoticons/default/barf.gif) )good for 45-50 around this cloverleaf marked for 15. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/driving.gif)
The perfect car for an 18 year old kid with no tools, no mechanical knowledge, no mechanic friends, and almost no money.

A couple months later I start dating this young lady.
One afternoon, her friend drops her off at my house. It was the first time she was there and the first time she met my mom. My mom swears to this day that the young lady was wearing black that day(she wasn't).
We hang out until it starts to get late and I need to take her home. She lives way out in the boonies. I am doing 45-50mph down this two lane road when I see the sign showing a left curve marked 15 MPH. I no sooner see the sign when the road changes from pavement to dirt and the curve is RIGHT THERE!!!! (IMG:style_emoticons/default/yikes.gif)

There is a 2 -3 foot dirt embankment on the outside of the curve and We slide sideways over that and down a 15 foot embankment on the other side. We slide to a stop still right side up and the engine dies. I get out and look around and check out the car as much as I can with no lights on a dark night in the middle of the desert. The young lady tells me that we are about 4 miles from her house. I think we will be walking when she asks, "Will it start". That is a damn fine question and one I hadn't even considered. I get in and it fires right up. We are on flat ground with just some small bushes in front of us so I start driving forward. The road is on my left and it slopes down toward the level we are on and very soon we are level with the road...

Except there is still that 2-3 foot dirt berm which is now the last barrier between me and the road. A little bit of speed and I should be able to get back over it easy-peasy...

right???

WRONG!

I high centered the 914 on the berm like a champ. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/hissyfit.gif)

On the bright side we were now just 3.9ish miles to her house not 4. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/headbang.gif)

The young lady and I take a nice stroll along this dirt road in the middle of the desert with the coyotes howling all around us. We get to her house A LOT later than her father would have liked. After avoiding getting eaten by wild animals and killed by an angry father, he lets us take his truck, her brother, some rope and a shovel to get the car off the berm. It is possible her brother disobeyed orders to strangle me with the rope and bury my body (IMG:style_emoticons/default/hanged.gif) but after a lot of shoveling intermixed with the rope breaking multiple times, we got the car free. She went home with her brother and I got the heck out of the boonies before the banjos could start.

The young lady and I were together for a couple more weeks but every time we did something it turned into a disaster. She was a nice enough girl but it was like she was walking around under a black cloud. I guess my mom was right after all.

The car was a little scraped up along the passenger side door but still ran until an aftermarket pulley in front of the fan decided to part ways with the rest of the engine in spectacular fashion. I decided to pull the engine to fix some things and that is how it sat until I sold it a few years later. I wish I still had it.