Bend a Popsicle stick over your thumb. The curve, a neat ellipse, is the
shoulder line of the Meyers Manx SR2. Put a spitball on one end of that
splinter and then launch it like a catapult. That’s the way a modified VW
engine slings a Manx SR2 into action.
With stock gearing (meant for a 1300-cc four with a pencil-neck carburetor in
a steel-bodied sedan) the 1796-cc boxer with dual 44-mm downdraft Webers
devours first gear and rips into second with a vengeance. Third? Ditto. The
four-into-one, one-and-five-eighths-inch exhaust and carbs – muffled by
nothing more than a thing layer of foam filter element – bellow with the
rowdy juvenile note made familiar by hot-rodded VeeDubs.
In that way it’s much like other kit cars, because that’s what the Manx SR2
is. In the early 1970s, a check to Karma Coach Works of Huntington Beach,
Calif. for $1,995 bought a full 11-piece fiberglass body kit, plus all the
electrical bits, latches, hinges and so on, everything but a VW floorpan,
suspension and engine. It was just like every other kit, though some were
better than others with the oddments needed to complete the project.
The Manx SR2 differed from ordinary kits in that it was a product of the
fertile imagination of Bruce F. Meyers. Meyers had found automotive fame, or
rather it found him, when he made a handful of artful fiberglass tubs to
mount on Volkswagen floorpans, so inventing the dune buggy. Meyers was
swamped by requests for copies, and so in defense established B.F. Meyers &
Co. in Fountain Valley, Calif., to make kits. Dubbed the Meyers Manx, the
dual-purposed street/off-road Manx was followed by the off-road-only Meyers
Tow’d, an ingenious buggy designed to be towed to off-road sites.
Meyers had wanted to add “a street-only sports car kind of kit” to the
company’s slate, but with business booming, he simply didn’t have time for
anything more than “doodling and wishing.” Fortunately Meyers knew the
inimitable Strother McMinn (an instructor at the Art Center College of
Design in Pasadena), and McMinn played matchmaker for Meyers with a fresh
graduate of the college. Young Stewart Reed wanted to design cars but also
remain in California, and working for Meyers allowed that to happen.
The car that Reed designed was the Manx S.R., a shaped as pure in its own way
as the original Manx. It was left to Meyers to make the shape work, as well
as keep others from copying it, as they had the Manx. Thus it was made to
join together like a 3-D jigsaw puzzle, and fit only if the parts were high
quality, as the B.F. Meyers pieces were. Take that, counterfeiters!
The S.R. fits the same 80-inch wheelbase, the stock Beetle minus 14.5 inches,
as the original Manx. Doors open scissors-style. A lift-off top gives the
S.R. a stylish Targa-like look, and side curtains close the sides for foul
weather. The S.R. received enthusiastic press, Car and Driver calling it “a
return to the classic wind-in-the-face, jouncey, goes-where-it-is-aimed
sports car,” and adding that “it looks everything the Porsche 914 should be
and isn’t.” Meyers didn’t keep count of S.R.s made, but based on supplies
bought, he estimates that between 400 and 600 kits were sold in 1970. How
many of the complex kits were completed is a different matter.
Staying in business was another matter still, and the court’s failure to
recognize the original Manx design as worthy of a design patent was the coup
de grâce. Karma Coach Works then took on the S.R., calling it the SR2,
making kits at least through 1974, with Meyers improving the top, side
curtains and door hinge. Overall, it was produced in California, Oklahoma
and then Maryland for more than 25 years!
One of the Karma cars wound up stored in the basement of a Harrisburg,
Pa.-area Volkswagen dealer, and was disentombed only when the building was
razed for a road project. Tom Mease of Mechanicsburg, Pa., became the
eventual owner. In surprisingly good condition overall, the SR2 needed only
a new interior, which it got, along with the hot VeeDub motor that Mease
wanted. The 13-inch front and 14-inch rear aluminum wheels are original and
will stay.
The odd wheel combination doesn’t seem to hurt handling, the car snapping
through corners like its feline namesake. Yes, it rides rough, the floorpan
twists over bumps and it rattles. But a car with this much spunk, this much
attitude, deserves, well it deserves to be sent to the principal’s office
for shooting spitballs. But you’ll have to catch it first.
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