A Diablo - A Survivor!
Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2018 7:55 pm
Most of you know my connections to Bolens. My Uncle Dale worked at the Bolens Plant in Port Washington, Wisconsin.
In 1968, Uncle Dale called my dad and said - "Ron, get your ass down to Port. You are buying a Diablo".
And the rest is history. A history I later found out that included two of my other uncles. Uncle Sam and Uncle Dick also worked at the Bolens Plant. Sam told me recently he used to assemble the Diablo tracks at the plant. How awesome is that to find out.
We were introduced to snowmobiling on Diablos. My Uncle Dale and Aunt Phyllis would take their Diablo 502 with sons Terry and Todd. My Dad and Mom would be on our Diablo 503 with my sisters Sue, Lynn and I. Yes, 9 people driving around Fredonia, Wisconsin or up in the North Woods on two Diablos every chance we got. A case of beer and sodas in the seater along with hot dogs and all the fixings. We'd go out in the woods and build fires and roast dogs. Oh how life was simple back then. The Diablos did not last long however in an age where snowmobile technology was changing at a rapid rate. It was not long before Uncle Dale and the family were driving faster Sprints and my Dad moved up to a 440 Rupp. The Diablos were pushed aside for the most part.
We kept our 503 for some years. I remember driving it around as a teenager. But at some point, it no longer was around and I can't remember the details of it's demise. I do know not long after, I found some other Diablos, but they got stored away and I never drove another Diablo again until about 12 years ago when I restored my first 502.
Sadly, Todd and his Mom lost Dale and Terry. My Dad and Mom have also been gone for a few years. It does remind me that life can be short. Todd called me up this summer and said he had a Diablo he wished to be passed on to the care of the Diablo Shop. We did not speak of what Diablo it was. He only told me it was buried in the back of his Mom's garage. I made the trip to Fredonia yesterday to pick it up.
Todd told me this is the original Diablo his father bought in 1968. I could not believe it! Are you kidding me! It's been worked on as were all Diablos that were driven, but take a look at this beauty. This is all original paint and parts. It was probably pushed into the corner of the garage back in the early 70's and never moved since. Better yet, look at this!
It has an original Diablo canvas cover set that it was stored under.
For now, I'll tuck this Diablo away. But at some point, it will get cleaned up and get running again but kept in it's original condition. It will serve as a piece of family history for years to come.
Go Go Diablo!
Bruce
In 1968, Uncle Dale called my dad and said - "Ron, get your ass down to Port. You are buying a Diablo".
And the rest is history. A history I later found out that included two of my other uncles. Uncle Sam and Uncle Dick also worked at the Bolens Plant. Sam told me recently he used to assemble the Diablo tracks at the plant. How awesome is that to find out.
We were introduced to snowmobiling on Diablos. My Uncle Dale and Aunt Phyllis would take their Diablo 502 with sons Terry and Todd. My Dad and Mom would be on our Diablo 503 with my sisters Sue, Lynn and I. Yes, 9 people driving around Fredonia, Wisconsin or up in the North Woods on two Diablos every chance we got. A case of beer and sodas in the seater along with hot dogs and all the fixings. We'd go out in the woods and build fires and roast dogs. Oh how life was simple back then. The Diablos did not last long however in an age where snowmobile technology was changing at a rapid rate. It was not long before Uncle Dale and the family were driving faster Sprints and my Dad moved up to a 440 Rupp. The Diablos were pushed aside for the most part.
We kept our 503 for some years. I remember driving it around as a teenager. But at some point, it no longer was around and I can't remember the details of it's demise. I do know not long after, I found some other Diablos, but they got stored away and I never drove another Diablo again until about 12 years ago when I restored my first 502.
Sadly, Todd and his Mom lost Dale and Terry. My Dad and Mom have also been gone for a few years. It does remind me that life can be short. Todd called me up this summer and said he had a Diablo he wished to be passed on to the care of the Diablo Shop. We did not speak of what Diablo it was. He only told me it was buried in the back of his Mom's garage. I made the trip to Fredonia yesterday to pick it up.
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For now, I'll tuck this Diablo away. But at some point, it will get cleaned up and get running again but kept in it's original condition. It will serve as a piece of family history for years to come.
Go Go Diablo!
Bruce
