You never forget your first love. That is why we look back on their first car together with enthusiastic car owners. Dick Gaasbeek had a few months of pleasure from his Simca 1000, until the National Police put an abrupt end to it with a screwdriver.
Dick, we count not one but two simcas in the photo with the two young boys. What is the story?
“My brother wanted to sell me his car, but the engine had just stopped. He was then able to tap the white Simca on the head, but it was too far to get on the road. The engine block was good. You can still see my brother Erik leaning against the car on the floor and I am sitting in the empty motor compartment of the white simca. Cars one good.
What is you good for the little Frenchman?
“He drove pretty nice and light-footed, a really nice throw-and-thread car. Fuel tank and engine block were in the back and to compensate for all that weight I had put a pair of sidewalk tiles in the front. The Simca had driving characteristics of which you now wondered or that you could go through the day of the day. The Red Simca was nice to tinker with that car, although I am not very handy. And that gives you the feeling that you can handle the whole world at that age. “
Thanks to the screwdriver of the National Police, an early end to the Simca adventure came.
“You can always relive traumatic experiences, hence I can still tell this story in scents and colors. I was on my way to work when I was overtaken by the gentlemen of the Rijkspolitie. Whether I wanted to follow them for a moment. I remember exactly where this was: on the A2 between Utrecht and Tiel, just past the bridge at Vianen and the agent went up to a garage. Screwdriver in the tube beam and it was a hole.
So a one -way ticket to the scrap yard?
“I had to drive over the emergency lane with a snail’s pocket behind the National Police to the nearest scrap yard. With the agents by my side, my negotiating position was of course seriously weakened, but they wanted to make sure that I would get rid of it. I got fifty guilders for the Simca pressed in my way to the nearest bushalte.”
You never forget your first love. That is why we look back together with enthusiastic car owners on their first car. Dick Gaasbeek Enjoyed His Simca 1000 for a Few Months, Until the National Police Brought It To An Abrupt End With A Screwdriver.
Dick, we count not one but two simcas in the photo with the two young lads. What’s the Story?
“My brother wanted to sell me his car, but the engine had just given out. He was then able to get his hands on the white simca, but it was too rested through to be able to drive it on the road. The Engine Block was good the caring the caring the caring the caring the caring echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher echher eagle my tanthin tansther echher echher echher echher echher echher echher eagin gainst the cars lounge louning tansther echher eagin gainst the cars echher tansther eagle echher tansther eagle echher tansther eagle echher tansther eagle echher tansther eagle kar’s ga I am sitting in the Empty Engine Compartment of the White Simca.
What do you remember Most about the Little Frenchman?
“The drove QUITE NICELY AND LIGHTLY, A REAXY Nice Throwing Car. The Fuel Tank and Engine Block Were in the Back And To Compensate For All That Weight I Had Placed a Few Paving Stones In The Front. The Simca Had ROUDHODERISTICS ONAT MAKTERICATIC Today you were the transplant. HIS instructions. World. ”
Thanks to the National Police’s Screwdriver, The Simca Adventure Came to An Early End.
“You can always relive traumatic experiences, which is why I can still tell this story in great detail. I was on my way to work I was overtaken by the gentlemen of the national police. Whether I would like to follow them. VIANEN TOK THE FIRST EXIT AND GARAGE. Rusted Cars, or Maybe It was because of the brand and they thought: ‘There’s Another One’.
So a one-way ticket to the scrapyard?
“I had to drive along the emergency lane at a snail’s pace meshind the national police to the nearest scrapyard. With the officers by my side, my negotiating position was of course severely weakened, but they wanted to be son. Way on foot to the nearest bus stop.
