Hi there - my name s heyn.
I m born in Bremen 1958 in a part of town called seebaldsbrück!
I do have my roots on an austrich farm near Johannesburg/South africa.
I was quite a reliable vehicle and bought as an allround car for my first owner.
I know we Borgwars had that bad „smell“ about us because of mainly apartheit
Guys bought us (we where reliable and good value for money!)

Same in Germany by the way! Borgwards had and still have a stigma.
Though old F.C. Borgward never had any issues with the nazis.
He just was a genius concerning the construction of solid and valuable cars.

When my first owner wanted to get rid of me i first couldn’t believe it in the first place. But his wife suffered some strange disease and he needed the money for some surgery to be done.
Some old chap who worked in the mines bought me for small rands and stored me away under some carportlike wooden thing in his backyard.
The high pressure altidude and dryness of the Joburg highland saw me aging „the nice way“.
Some „flugrost“ as well as some dents from the storing and rearranging of the guy s son s old Renaults - at a time there were 11 of those french workhorses around was all i kept from my „garden years“.
One day two boys from germany showed up. They saw an add in the local junkmail and drove over to my 2nd owner s place to meet me (and him of course!;-).
His son had put the for sale thing up and obviously the old chap s heart was bleeding,
When we agreed on a sales price with Sigi, his „Renault collector“ son.

Sigi even helped us out with the trailor, to take me to the JoBurg s Jan Smuts Airport.

I loved the flying part - together with 2 Ferraris, one Ford GT race car and some english lads (one of them a lovely old Rolls lady in a pinkish color with a white convertible top-sigh!). Also an old Citroen 11CV was standing there on his pallet in the farmost corner of the 747 s huge cargo belly!
We spend some quite rough time overhead the dark kontinent. I can tell you that much!
Did you know that flying can be like a ride on that space mountain thing!
All dark, up s and down s with quite some G load, flashes luring through the small windows of the main deck cargo section-brrr!
We all were hoping for our straps to hold us firm on the pallet and the cargo loading system clams to be trong enough to hold our pallets in place!
Exiting! Most of the rusties and even one Ferrari spent some tears when we farewelled in the huge Frankfurt Cargo hall.
A sad day for me for shure - never saw that british lady rolls again!

Now i found my home in a barn near the city of my birth!
There s even a guy from the original Carl F. Borgwaqrd factory (that closed down due to an „internal affair“ which was put up by bavarias BMW company and a guy named Konrad Adenauer. Never got straight what the point was!
There s this nice chap and his son - everybody calls him SKY!
Tjay my new owner calls him „Herr Nachbar“ - they both laid hands on me restoring my „blechkleid“ and fixing up my 1600cc engine. I spent about a year in the couples workshop- an old petrol station converted into a Borgward „Altenpflegeheim“!