Yesss hombres, the next story of  Solobugas World is here for you!!

Still some years ago, me and my Austrian testing crew had the wish to travel to our beloved country of Espana, and we didn’t know at all that this country is housing my Solobugas World partners of the future! We wanted to go with a fantastic buga from the farming fields in Austria to the country in the south, where the tomatoes and the red and green peppers also grow in winter. But WHICH car is able to make this trip was the big question ?  ?  ?

As gypsies none of us had a useful car or money to by one and so we decided to take one from the street (actually from a field where nobody and nothing lived – the car was not owned from anyone FOR SURE) and to repair it. And so the story of our beloved VW Passat B2 began. We called him “the undestroyable tank”, because he was supposed to resist every attack and stress. We reapaired the car at a mountain, where a friend of us lived, and started the trip to the south in the summer of 2004.  Three weeks of travelling, about 6000km and a lot of fun and adventures with the tank were in front of us. Look at this pictures of the hard working (and drinking) hours…

The car was built in the year 1982,  so almost the same age we had, and its identification was “Type 32B”. The engine of our wonderful tank was a powerful 1.600 ccm one with 51 kW, 4 zylinders used with gas of course. So it was able to pull us up all the hills between Austria and Spain. Let’s see where our journey brought us:

You can see that it was not always easy with the testing crew. One night we had almost a fight in the car, because we couldn’t find a place to sleep. As gypsies we didn’t want to pay at all for a place so we wanted to stay hidden in the car. But also the Passat was to small for 4 people and two of us (i don’t remember who cause we were so drunk) had to sleep on the street.

But those were just small problems until the real ones started. After we crossed the border to Spain the Passat didn’t work well anymore and we had to visit some car mechanics. But in the end nobody could help us and so we had to drive home to the beloved home country of Austria, with only 3 out of 4 cylinders, with about 12 and more liters of gas consumption for 100 km… In this movie you can see how many exhaust gases the car generated. AND you see on the traffic sign, that it is a real Solobugas testing drive, cause we used the “SB” license plates. But in the end our beloved tank finally brought us home – UNDESTROYABLE (neither by storm and hailstones) ! ! !

After all those stresses and strains my friends were happy to get their other cars at home again and I had the honor to test the car one more year, especially in the hard Austrian winter. The problem with the engine was solved (we had lost one sparking plug in Spain) and in the arctic mountains of Austria me and the car had a good but cold time. The heating of the car didn’t work and I had to drive with an opened window very often because otherwise the front window was full of steam… I survived the winter with and sometimes in the car, but finally i had to sell it, it was too exhausting with no heating

R.I.P. beloved Passat – the undestroyable tank. I am sure you still drive around and some gypsies can count on you!!

Hola amiguetes!

Inauguramos sección en Solobugas, siempre innovando. Aquellas estampas all around the world que definan nuestro espíritu solobugil, nos llamen la atención o nos salga de los webes publicarlas estarán en esta sección para gozo y disfrute de nuestros queridos lectores.

Por supuesto que podeis mandarnos vuestras fotacas Solobugas a nuestro mail y tras pasar por nuestro gabinete de censura serán publicadas sin problemas para vuestro orgullo personal.

Sin más dilación, aquí va la primera tanda.

Transporter de la muerte con un colchón podrido dentro y carrocería de dos colores. Parque Natural Sierra Cebollera (La Rioja)

La mercedes 508 en la que vive Pepe la Sal. Tarazona (Zaragoza)

Otra Mercedes y un Santana chatarrosísimos, como nos gusta. Aldealpozo (Soria)

Saludos!

O.S.T.: Smashing Pumpkins – 1979

Hello my dear Solobugas friends!

First thanks to my Solobugas dudes for my introduction. I already have to make one adjustment to marcoshc‘s statement about my first car. Actually it was a secret and I didn’t tell my followers because I was afraid to be put into jail… Years ago, I didn’t have the driving license yet and against the will of my parents I bought MY FIRST BUGA: a VW Polo, colour beige, built in 1979. It was possible for me to test this car in some hidden places in middle Europe and I was impressed. With a weight of less than 700 kg the acceleration of this car was great for this age, but well, the gasoline in the fuel tank also went away quite fast.

The type was a Volkswagen Polo I, so the first of its category and the intern identification of VW was “Type 86”. This buga was built from the years 1975 to 1981 with 3 different engines from about 40 – 60 horsepowers. The size of those engines was from 895 up to 1272 ccm, which was far enough for this really light car. And actually this Polo was a rebadged version of the Audi 50 which had also the designation “Type 86” and Solobugas is still hunting for you to get also this car for you on our page!

By 1979, 500.000 Polos were produced worldwide and also the production of the Audi 50 was already closed by this year because it was not as good sold as the Polo.

In my test period of the Polo I detected, that the chassis suspension was not exactly perfect in my opinion. When I drove with acceptable speed into a close turn, the inner back tire of the car lost the contact to the street and was in the air. No grip at one side of the car at the back!

Well, it was no rally car and this was what I experienced: if you look properly at the pictures(sorry for the quality, about 10 years old and copied from analogue ones) you can see on the right car side some scratches. This happened when the fence at my neighbour’s farm was jumping on the road when I was about to race around the corner of his farm (well, actually I jumped into the fence and destroyed some sticks of the fence, haha). The resistance of my Polo was amazing: there was no single scratch or bump in the front bumper, just the barbed wire left his tracks at the side of the car and scratched the whole side. Poor Polo… Fortunately my neighbour was a friendly guy, I helped him to repair the fence and no police came.

Finally I got my driving license some day and the Polo was in too bad conditions to get the license for it to drive on the road, so I sold it again to a Polo lover. R.I.P. my beloved first car!

Stay tuned hombres, a hug from Austria for you!

Ole Markus

Ole Markus driving his Golf, to whom he was married with in 2001.

Si Amigos, el afamado Ole Markus Oisenmüller es desde hoy reportero y colaborador oficial de Solobugas Worldwide. Nacido en Austria en 1983 o algo así, Ole comenzó su carrera periodística escribiendo articulos en el boletín mensual de la secta evangelista a la que pertenecía desde pequeño y el primer reconocimiento a su labor lo obtuvo con el reportaje titulado “Vida y Milagros de Caspa Esteinar” en 1995, a la edad de 12 años.

Sin embargo, en 2001 se produjo un giro inesperado en su carrera: se compró un VW Golf que cambió su vida para siempre. Ole se volvió, literalmente, un gitanorro de tres al cuarto; chorizó un colchón del punto lipio, lo colocó en su nuevo coche tras quitarle los asientos traseros y se fué a recorrer el mundo en busca de nuevas gentes que le comprendieran y dieran sentido a su nueva vida.

Y así es como conocimos a Ole Markus,  en una remota ciudad de Noruega mientras nos encontrábamos cazando bugas a diestro y siniestro. Inmediatamente Ole supo que este blog era la luz en la oscuridad que necesitaba y decidió unirse al equipo Solobugas desempeñando el papel de corresponsal en Austria y Centro Europa.

Te deseamos una feliz estancia en Solobugas Worlwide Ole Markusssssss

Saludos!

Yes Friends, famed Ole Markus Oisenmüller is from today an official reporter and contributor Solobugas Worldwide. Born in Austria in 1983 or something, Ole began his journalistic career writing articles in the monthly bulletin of the evangelist sect to which he belonged since childhood and the first recognition of his role was the report titled “Life and Miracles of Capa Esteinar ” in 1995, at the age of 12 years.

However, in 2001 there was an unexpected turn in his career: he bought a VW Golf that changed his life forever. Ole became literally a gypsy;  he stole a used mattress, placed it in his new car after taking out the back seat and went to travel all around the world looking for new people who understand and give meaning to his new life.

And this is how we met Ole Markus, in a remote town in Norway while we were hunting bugas. Ole knew immediately that this blog was the light in the dark he needed and decided to join the team playing the role of Solobugas correspondent in Austria and Central Europe.

We wish you a pleasant stay in Solobugas Worldwide Ole Markusssssss

Greetings!

the final end of the arctic bike ??

O.S.T.: en gammel sykkel (an old bike)

Hola soy Ole Markus, me presentaré más tarde, pero ahora voy a contaros la historia de la bici artica-solobugas…

Hello, this is Ole Markus! My introduction will follow later, but first I’ll tell you about the final history of the Solobugas arctic bike…

One June night full of daylight, like all of them in Norway now, the beloved Solobugas member Marcoshc and one’s own kind, Barrio, were about to leave soon back to Spain after spending one crazy year reporting for Solobugas in Norway. Because of the just short ago introduced “Solobugas worldwide” they still were in the need of new reporters all over the world, well, let’s start with all over Europe.

Ole Markus, an Austrian gipsy who the couple got to know in Norway, was one stupid guy who always wanted to be a SB member and asked thousand times before to get into the club.

So Barrio and Marcoshc decided to introduce a mission and when Ole Markus will satisfy it he will MAYBE become this member…

The mission was to leave the arctic bike, the main part of the first Solobugas movie, unlocked in the city centre of beloved Trondheim, where this bike has to get a new owner, probably an stupid exchange student who is willing to steal this bike, and so that the story of the bike will go on.

Anyway, the two monkeys had to leave to Spain in the middle of the night and gave the arctic bike to Ole Markus. After one short minute of sadness when Barrio and Marcoshc had to leave the party went on.

Like everywhere in this f*** city, at 2 in the night the clubs throw you out, to prevent you of having fun or maybe dance a little bit or get drunk.

At least in this case the Norwegians found a good way to go on with party and they introduced their “Nachspiels” – which is a stupid German word and means “afterparty”. Ole Markus made his way to one of that, with the arctic bike and Steinar, his dude follower after this year in a prison with two Norwegian flatmates.

They arrived at the Nachspiel place and stayed there as long as they staid(unfortunately the time memory system was already switched off at this time at both of them).

Finally, when it was about to leave cause everyone was not able to spell “Solobugas” in the right order anymore, the couple left. For a strange reason the arctic bike downstairs was locked to some other bikes. “What the f***”, Ole Markus thought but he was not able anymore to climb up the stairs again and tell the stupid madafuckas who the hell locked the holy bike of Marcoshc to another one. God dammit, Ole Markus had to fullfill the mission!!!

Anyway, to drunk to think about the mission, Ole Markus and Steinar had to come home. And those stupid madafuckas locked the arctic bike, but forgot to lock one of their bikes. So Ole Markus just took this one and Steinar and he went home in wiggly lines. After hours they reached their stately home in Moholt and went to bed.

The next day when Ole Markus woke up he checked the bike he took home, if it was a good one he maybe could sell. Finally he saw the typically sticker on it, which should let you know that this is a bike of the student village. Now the bad conscience was preying on his mind and he wanted to solve the problem of the stolen bike soon. It turned out that it was one of his hybbel friends Carlosen, who missed his bike. After some jokes and saying that this happened because of the drunkenness last night the bike was at his right owner and Ole Markus went back to town to pick up the arctic bike, which should hopefully be unlocked now. But NO: it was not there anymore. Someone stole it. Those bastards, who in the world is stealing bikes?!?!

Shit! Disappointed and in bad mood Ole Markus went back to his home, crying and worrying and thinking about how to tell Marcoshc that he didn’t satisfy the mission. How should he ever become a Solobugas member when he was not able to finish the story of the arctic bike…??

So he came back and started to get drunk again in the evening with his friends in the barbeque place of the student village. After some beers and after almost everyone had already made a joke because of Ole Markus and that he stole his friends bike, Ole Markus started to talk with Manni, another friend of him who was also at the party the day before. When they were talking about their way home, Manni told Ole Markus that he first was on the way with Carlosen’s bike which he borrowed from him. But later this bike was stolen (“Haha, sorry baby but this was me” Ole Markus told him) and that he took another one. “An old crappy bike which could not have any owner”. Ole Markus knew that this must have been the arctic bike!! He jumped on Manni’s throat and shouted: “Where is the bike, I have to fullfill the mission!”. And Manni, shocked by this attack and almost not able to breath, countered: “It’s in the city centre, next to burger king. I left it there because I was not able to climb up the mountain to Moholt with this fucking shit without any gears!”.

Ole Markus, assuaged after this notice, kissed Manni and was happy that the mission was fulfilled, because he was so brave and risked almost his life. Barrio and Marcoshc don’t have to know the whole story, the arctic bike has a new owner now or is maybe already in the river, but at least the mission is satisfied and Ole Markus hopefully will be a member of Solobugas world soon …

See you soon on Solobugas, guys !!

B.S.O.                 The Byrds:  ”(See the sky) About to Rain”

Son las 23:00 pm, Los Chichos tocan dentro de una hora en la ciudad sin ley, en el caseto suena “Hit the Lights” de Metallica y en mi interior aún resuenan los motores de aquellos bugas noruegos de antaño…..esa marabunta de Volvos, Saabs, VW, a cada cual más pepino……No me puedo dejar llevar por la nostalgia…..Noruega estuvo bien, se acabó y adiós, vaya final….

Pero……ATOMARPOLCULOMECAGÜENTUSMUERTOS!  Hoy no estamos aquí para lamentarnos! Hoy estamos aquí para presentaros el nuevo proyecto ideado por nuestras prodigiosas e increiblemente dotadas mentes: SOLOBUGAS WORLDWIDE!!

Os prometimos que nunca os abandonaríamos; perdísteis la fe en nosotros, lo sabemos, pero estamos aquí con nuevo material, nuevos reporteros, nuevos bugas all around the world, nuevas ideas, nuevos retos y sobre todo con la ilusión de que Solobugas sea, como antaño fue, una de las principales causas por las que suspendais vuestros exámenes u os despidan del trabajo…..

Seguiremos en contacto, estad atentos al blog……Solobugas RESISTE.

Saludos!

English Version:

23:00 pm, The Chichos play in one hour in the lawless city, in the cassette “Hit the Lights” by Metallica and inside me still resonating the engines of those old Norwegians bugas ….. that marvellous Volvos, Saabs, VW, more cucumber each one …… I can not let go with the nostalgia ….. Norway was good, it’s over and goodbye, what an end ….

But …… ATOMARPOLCULOMECAGÜENTUSMUERTOS! Today we are not here to lament! We are here today to introduce the new project devised by our prodigious and incredibly endowed minds: SOLOBUGAS WORLDWIDE! 

We promise we would never leave you; you lose faith in us, we know, but we are here with new material, new reporters, new bugas all around the world, new ideas, new challenges and especially with the illusion that Solobugas is, as once was, one of the main causes of failing your exams or being fired from your job …..

We’ll stay in touch, stay tuned to the blog …… Solobugas resist.

Greetings!

B.S.O. para superar la crisis:    Grand Funk Railroad: “Sin´s a Good Man´s Brother”

Hola amiguetes y fieles seguidores de Solobugas!

Nunca hubiéramos querido escribir este post, pero como desde hace tiempo habréis observado, Solobugas en Noruega está en crisis (craisis como dicen algunos por aquí). La situación es básicamente la siguiente: nuestros principales patrocinadores nos han retirado sus apoyos debido a los recortes de presupuesto y, como consecuencia de ello, no hemos podido comprar más drogas realizar más viajes para fotografiar los espectaculares bugas a los que os tenemos acostumbrados.

Por si fuera poco, Solobugas Entertainment, la división cinematográfica del blog y productora de, entre otros afamados títulos, “Al Filo de lo Posible. En Bici por el Ártico”, ha entrado en suspensión de pagos y ha despedido a toda su plantilla temporalmente.

Pero…….Qué no Panda el Cúnico!!!…. Solobugas nunca, y remarco NUNCA, os dejará solos en este cruel mundo de tuneros y culés pesaos. Pronto abandonaremos Norway, país del que ya estamos hasta los huev.. no nos queda nada por ver e importantes cambios serán introducidos en la corporación Solobugas. Así pues, actualmente nos encontramos en negociaciones para crear las divisiones de Solobugas Worldwide (especializada en bugas allá donde quiera que vayamos), Solobugas Competición (equipo de rallyes clásicos) y Solobugas Espeleología (especializada en la investigación de TODO tipo de cavernas).

Seguiremos informándoos de todo lo que acontezca en nuestra redacción, esperamos vuestra colaboración y sugerencias y os pedimos perdón por no haber escrito ni un mísero post en dos meses. Para compensaros os dejo con un interesante video sobre como superar la crisis que se nos avecina:

VIDIO

Hasta Prontooooooo 

B.S.O:                      Radio Moscow   “Hold on me”

Hola!

Después de pasar una terrible noche junto a una horda de austriacos salvajes en un estado que podríamos calificar de sobre-ebriedad supina, os presentamos uno de los post de esos que nos gustan en este blog.

Nos encontrábamos en Roros, un pueblacho a 150 km. al sureste de Trondein, cuando de repente un impresionante Volvo Amazon, conducido por un noruego que aún tenía granos, se cruzó en nuestras vidas y las marcó para siempre. Con la rapidez, experiencia y efectividad propia de Solobugas captamos las imágenes que hoy teneis ante vosotros, guapos.

El Volvo Amazon, símbolo por excelencia de los Volvos clásicos y con carisma, se fabricó desde 1956 hasta 1970, en lo que fué el comienzo de la 120 series de Volvo. El nombre de Amazon tuvo que ser modificado debido a los derechos que sobre él tenía una empresa de motos alemana, por lo que finalmente se quedó en Volvo 120. Posteriormente, en 1961, los modelos se comenzaron a designar por tres dígitos, 121, 122, 220 (station wagon) y muchos más. Confesar tengo que no sé que modelo es de todos (creo que un 131), pero al ser 2 puertas sabemos que es posterior a 1962 y monta un motor B18 que muy posiblemente supere los 90 c.v.

Comentar también que este coche fue el primero en montar cinturones de seguridad de tres puntos y ofrecerlos como equipamiento estándar. Además, el Amazon gozó de una saludable vida rallística, como podemos ver AQUÍ.

A disfrutar majetes! Adiossssssssssssssssssss

English Version:

Hello!

After a terrible night with a wild horde of austrians in a state that could call drunken-supine, we present one of these post we like on this blog.

We were in Roros, a villacho 150 km. southeast of Trondein when suddenly an impressive Volvo Amazon, led by a Norwegian who still had grains, came across in our lives and forever marked. With speed, experience and effectiveness as Solobugas characterize we capture the images that you have today here, handsomes.

The Volvo Amazon, symbol of the classic and charismatic Volvos, was manufactured from 1956 until 1970 in what was the start of the Volvo 120 series. The name Amazon had to be modified because of the rights of a German motorcycle company, so it became Volvo 120. Subsequently, in 1961, the models began to be designated by three digits, 121, 122, 220 (station wagon) and many more. I must confess I do not know which model is all (I think a 131), but because it is 2 door we know is post 1962 and mounts a B18 engine that quite possibly exceeding 90 cv.

 

Commenting that this was the first car with three-point seat belts and offer it as standard equipment. In addition, the Amazon enjoyed a healthy rallistic life, as can be seen HERE.

Majetes Enjoy! Regardsssssssssssssssssssssss

B.S.O.                 Audioslave    “Like a Stone”

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefectivamente amigos! Como alguno de vosotos ha escrito, el buga cubierto de nieve se trata de un Saab 900 Turbo, tal y como podemos ver en estas instantáneas capturadas allá por octubre. Se trata del mismo coche, con diferentes ruedas porque ahora las lleva de invierno y tal y tal….

Nos situamos entonces en octubre de 2008 en Moholt, cuando aún teniamos el pelo y las uñas cortas y no parábamos de comer salmón ahumado. Con este modelo casi completamos la familia de los 900, de la que ya publicamos un par de post hace tiempo. Como ya sabeis el 900 es el sucesor natural del mítico Saab 99 y fue fabricado entre 1978 y 1998. Concretamente el Turbo de hoy corresponde a la primera generación, la cual fue producida hasta 1993, pero sabemos a ciencia cierta que el de la foto es posterior a 1987. El motor que monta esta monada es un 2 litros, 8 válvulas y 138 o 143 c.v. y no es uno de los más potentes de la gama, ya que hay algunos turbo con 200 c.v.

Existen infinidad de modelos del Saab 900, muchos de ellos limited edition, lo que ha convertido a este coche en todo un vehículo de coleccionista. De entre todos estos modelos podemos mencionar el 900 Beril Green SPG (109 ud.); el 900 Talledega (40 ud. de las que únicamente se conservan 4 unidades en EEUU) o el Montecarlo Yellow con 300 ud. fabricadas. En total fueron fabricadas 908,817 unidades del Saab 900, de las que 48,888 eran convertibles.

Espero que os guste! Proximamente enviaremos su premio al ganador.

Hasta Prontoooooooooooooooo

English version: (Sorry for not publish in english since a long time agOOOOOOO)

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefectivamente friends! As some of you have written, the snowy Buga is a Saab 900 Turbo, as we can see from these snapshots captured there by October. This is the same car with different wheels because of winter and this and that ….

Then we are in October 2008 in Moholt, whenwe still had hair and nails short and we were all the time eating  smoked salmon. With this model the most complete family of 900, of which we publish and post a couple of long ago. As you know the 900 is the natural successor of the legendary Saab 99 was produced between 1978 and 1998. Specifically, the Turbo is now the first generation, which was produced until 1993, but we know for certain that the photo is later than 1987. The engine mounts that this babe is 2 liters, 8 valves and 138 or 143 hp and not one of the most powerful of the range, as there is some turbo with 200 hp

There are plenty of models of Saab 900, including many limited edition, which has turned around this car a collector’s vehicle. Among all these models are including the 900 GSP Berilo Green (109 pcs.); 900 Talledega (40 pcs. of which only 4 units are held in the U.S.) or Monte Carlo Yellow 300 pc. produced. In total, 908,817 units were manufactured Saab 900, of which 48,888 were convertibles.

I hope you enjoy it!

Until Prontoooooooooooooooo

Hola Hola!

Si señores, buscamos al lector más avispado entre nuestros ilustres visitantes, y para ello han de decirnos qué coche se esconde bajo esa capa de masa blanca (que por cierto no sé lo que es). La respuesta más rápida y certera se llevará un premio valorado en 100 €*, y entre todos los participantes sortearemos un chicle a medias.

La respuesta en los próximos días, aquí, en su blog favorito.

• En realidad no.