I think the buggy has been sold, will find out for sure tonite.
But with this sale pending, I'm having second thoughts. I'm thinking about all the quality time that has been shared with my family in this buggy.
I can remember when pops brought this car home, we had a new sand toy to play with, all the quality time spent with the old man wrenching in the garage, and in turn, the time I've spent with my sons trying to help, and having them come out to the garage before bed time asking, " Dad will the car be done before we leave?" This car holds a lot of fond memories, taking my Wife (girlfriend at the time) for her first ever buggy ride, 4th gear WFO down Ted Kipf road
She pissed herself. Taking many a dune run with our group, when I was a teenager, also driving it when I was a teenager 
I also remember how excited the old man was to completely rebuild the car 8 years ago, and I had a blast building it with him.
My older boy who loves to ride his bike, would forget about his bike in a second, and choose to ride in the buggy instead, another great memory.
My younger boys fear of buggys were conquered in this car, he would tell me to go back(to camp), and I would say what, go fast? OK
I finally broke him of the fear, and when we go to mother G now he is the first one in a buggy for a run, and the last one out. He will sit in the car forever after the runs. Now I dont know if it is because he wants to be sure that he'll have a seat for the next run, or if he is just waiting for something to shrink in size , he is a total speed freak, and I guess he gets that from me 
There are also the funny times I've had with the buggy, working on the tranny
(I've been known to throw wrenches) The wife, and kids would pull up in the driveway, I would be under the car wrenching, and saying a few choice words, and a wrench would whiz by, and she would laugh, and say lets go inside boys, your dads' working on the buggy again
There was one very sad experience I had with this car that I will also never forget, and it was also a lifes lesson, and I think my pops was trying to watch out for my emotional state at the time.
We were taking a neighbor, and his wife to Glamis with us, he was an older man in his late 70's, and we found out he went to Glamis, so we invited him to go along with us.
We were camping behind Boardmanville at the time, around 1980, we arrived around 8pm unloaded all the bikes, and buggies, and sat down for some refreshments, this is when things got scary, the old man started wheezing and making gurgling noises, and fell over. He had a history of heart problems, my dad sent me over to get his wife who had medication for him. My dad then sent me in the buggy to Chucks to have him get a hold of some emergency response people, got back to camp after Chuck called and my dad headed me off at the pass, and told me to go wait at 78 for the emergency people. I did in the buggy, I drove down Ted Kipf road until I reached 78, took me no time to reach the road, and it seemed like an eternity until the paramedics arrived. I led the paramedics to our camp, and I know I probaly destroyerd their windshield, I remember them saying something about it. When we got to the camp, the paramedics went about their work, and the old man had a talk with me, and told me that Hemmie had died, and the paramedics said there was nothing anybody could have done, most likely a massive heart attack.
I look back now and realize that pops new all along that this was the case, and didn't want me subjected to the whole thing.
The not so fun memory of pulling the car off the trailer, fueling up for a run, and driving it around camp acouple of times before the run, dumping the clutch, and BANG, no more tranny.
All these memories part of the learning curve that Mother G can still provide even after 30 some odd years of duning
This car has been like family to me, with so many funny, wonderful, good, bad, and adventurous memories involved,and it sure will be hard watching it being loaded up by someone else, and driven away.
But the one thing I know for sure is that this car will be part of someone else family now, and I hope they get as many fond memeories out of it, as I have.
The lifestyle of us Duners for the most part has been something that has been passed down fromn the older generation, and its our turn now to pass it on to our younger ones.
I sure hope that I can be doing this in another 15-20 years with my grandchildren, it would be awesome to see four generations of duners would'nt it?
I will sell this car tonite, and start a whole new chapter of the building, and bonding stages with my wife, and boys. I still remember working on the cars in the garage with the old man like it was yesterday.
Let the new chapter begin with the LS-1 Long travel car
