When the night is over
Like a kadett out of hell I’ll be gone gone gone
Like a kadett out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And moonlight’s shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
I’ll come crawling on back to you
Serendipity: wasn’t even looking for anything Kadett-related, and I stumble unto this. A photo-essay, by a sister-brother team (she shot the pics; his Kadett Rally and words). Well worth the two minutes (at least for the pictures).
Ahh, my favourite year & body style of the Kadette. The Manta & 1958-9 Rekord being my next faves. Thanks for this article.