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Byline: Rich Ceppos
It's not often that you can reach back through the decades to make contact with someone who changed the course of your life, though neither of you knew it at the time.
Bruce Meyers and I never met, but his life intersected mine at the close of the '60s. I was a college student seeking a purpose, a lost soul searching for expression. He was the person who invented the modern dune buggy-the Meyers Manx.
Everyone knows the Manx-a snappy fiberglass bathtub bolted to a Volks-wagen Bug chassis, its lines a dashing sweep as simple and identifiable as the Nike swoosh.
I had to have one.
That meant building it; Manxes were kit cars. I'd never turned a wrench before, which is why my parent's garage that summer was the scene of extensive mechanical weirdness.
Nevertheless, in August a gold metalflake Manx emerged, and, to my astonishment, it actually ran. In the process, I learned everything I know about the inner workings of automobiles. It enabled my life with cars.
Source: HighBeam Research, Circles in the Sand.(Column)