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Hans embarked on his automotive career unexpectedly after fixing a hippy roommate’s 1955 Pontiac so it could continue it’s service of delivering unusually creative ice cream deserts to the very hip denizens of late sixties San Francisco late into the night. After being proclaimed a genius, Hans, always a sucker for praise, decided it might be a way to work independently and have a lot of free time to pursue a hipper life style while awaiting the revolution. As it happened, work crowded out the life style and the revolution was not televised. Since almost every young San Franciscan had a Volkswagen Beetle of one sort or another, business boomed (some twenty years later, Hans finally figured out that they were lousy cars!). The rest is history.

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