1958 Opel Olympia Rekord Caravan
We went camping all over Southern Norway and into Sweden all the way to Stockholm. No wonder my parents needed the brake above.
Car sales were restricted in the early fifties but our farmer neighbour, “Ole J”, was allowed a car for his farm. He chose a green Opel Olympia Rekord CarAvan to carry the milk to the dairy and sacks of fertilizer back to the farm. I remember fondly an evening at the farmer’s kitchentable when father, Ole J and me were having drinks. I had milk and bread. The two grown ups had something cheerful and they were telling stories from town, about who drove what and who got stopped by the traffic police and who were let off. My father had his driver’s license so it was not long before we were offered the loan of the car for a sunny Sunday drive. The Opel was warm and I was allowed to sit in the rear where the milkchurns were loaded on workdays. And yes, I have sat in the back of my Land Rover on a sunny day.
Same kind and colour Opel Kapitän
When they got married they drove themselves to church in this car, bride and groom in the front seat!
Opel Kapitän 1952
Serious Contender in SchwagerWagen. Privately imported from Italy.
Opel Astra 1999
Sister's best low mileage buy. 33000 km.
Moskwich. The Olympic Lada
Can you spot the white Opel Olympia 1938? Photo is over 50 years old. As kids we played inside that Olympia although we were not allowed.
Our first car, an Opel remake, the Moskwich 1954 was bought used when carsales were let loose after the austerity years in the fifties. Dad got his licence in 1930 and had excellent taste in cars but little money bringing up his children. He borrowed a Buick once in Reykjavik, a car that he could not match until he bought a Rover 2000 TC. His workbike is behind the car. This is before traffic congestion in our town. Bike/car ownership is fashionable these days.
On our first camping trip we did not stop for the goats as dad did not want to share his tobacco with them. The thermostat jammed and we overheated.
NAF road patrol stopped to help. From the parts bin in his Volvo 210 Duett he put in a new thermostat.
Here is our camp at Seljord, by the lake with a monster in it.
This would be 1962. Country roads were mostly gravel at that time. Tarmac was still to come.
We made it all the way round the country to where my sister and her husband were running a dairy.