In the gritty underbelly of the VW enthusiast scene, where patina stains reign, the old chrome still gleams through, and where flat-four engines rumble in a symphony of rebellion, our club was born from necessity, not fanfare. We knew loud and clear that something radically different was needed. No more velvet ropes nor whispered judgments, no absurd politics nor wacky social opinions. A club that is just pure, unfiltered passion for the Volkswagen soul.

Enter Oil Slickers Society International (OSSi) - a ragtag fellowship of misfits who traded the drama for gasoline-powered dreams. We're not your most polished car club, and won't ever be... we're the eccentrics in oil-stained overalls, the weirdos who see poetry in a rusted fender and hear music from the growl of a flat-four. We look out for each other like family because WE ARE FAMILY! Need a tow at 2am? We've got the towbar and the thermos of terrible coffee. Hunting for that elusive carburetor part or a blue 019 distributor? Our network will have your back before you even ask. This isn't about hierarchies and rules, it's about lifting each other up, sharing war stories over campfires, and reminding one another that in a world of cookie-cutter conformity, our quirks are our superpowers.

At its core, this isn't just a club... it's a lifestyle. VWs aren't vehicles to us, they're vessels for adventure, rolling canvases for self-expression, and time machines that whisk us back to an era when big-brother wasn't watching, the roads were endless, and worries were few. Our leaders? They've lived this ethos from day one-promoting inclusivity with the intensity of a rally driver hugging the twisties, fostering a space where passion trumps perfection every time. Whether you're wrenching on a weekend warrior or restoring a lifelong love, we celebrate the sweat, the scars, and the stories that come with it.

And while we're unapologetically "VW-Air-Cooled-Centric," welcoming every icon from Beetles to Buses, to Things and Type-3s, to Ghias and Hebmüllers, even vintage Porsches... whatcha got? We also invite every water-cooled wonder from Scirroccos to GTIs.  Our garage and doors swing wide for kindred spirits even far beyond anything that came out of Wolfsburg. Bring your antique roadsters, classic cruisers, kit cars, custom-builts or even those whining two-stroke motorcycles that scream in clouds smoke like gremlins exposed to sunlight. If it stirs the soul and turns heads (for better or worse), it has a spot in our family!

Welcome to Oil Slickers Society. In our world, the road less traveled is the only one worth driving. Let's roll out.

CHALLENGE: If you have a real Hebmüller, Rometsch, Eigenbau or a Dannenhauer & Stauss, and you bring it to our events you get a free membership!

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We've got the jump-start cables ready for all you refugees sputtering in and we'll spot you weary wanderers from a mile off.  We'll know it's you by that glorious 50-foot burnout masterpiece from your frantic, freedom-fueled burnout escape. Please pull right up, we'll help you shake off the dirt, and join the family, no passport required, just your stories and that tell-tale scent of regret-fueled exhaust fumes! 

Memberships? Wide open to anyone who's got a soft spot for VWs, classic cars, kit builds, homebrew hot rods, or whatever Frankenstein custom you've slapped together in your garage. If it's got that "one-of-a-kind" vibe (or at least pretends to), we're obligated to ogle and celebrate it. Sure, we're VW fanatics to a fault, but we'll very inviting to you vintage-preservation weirdos too. Come on in, the oil stains are free!

Membership fee is $20.00 a year and includes access to our exclusive MONTHLY TECH SESSIONS, cruises, parties, and other events, as well as an unlimited access to a wealth of collective membership experience and knowledge about VWs.

"How Do I Join!?"

You can join our club online now from any internet connection anywhere in the world! 

If you aren't tech savvy, or lack an interenet connection at home, one of our members would be glad to assist you!

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DISCLAIMERS: So you think you're a lawyer, eh? We're merely sprinkling the terms of VW, Volkswagen, Beetle, Bug, Ghia, Karmann Ghia, Type 3, Porsche, 356, 912, 911, 930, 934, 924, and 944 and any of their logos across our humble digital junkyard like cheap aftermarket decals on a rusted-out washing machine... purely to slap labels on the chaos and fool no one but the truly desperate. As if we'd ever dream of hitching our broke-down "wagens" to the chrome-plated chariot of the Volkswagen Corporation, or the Porsche Corporation... we're more the stray spark plug in their exhaust pipe, rattling annoyingly from afar, all-too-working-class to even dream of the valet line. So why's this sideshow kosher, you ask? Because nominative fair use is the trademark law's polite single-finger-salute to overzealous litigators- it lets us name-drop the real deal to describe what we're geeking out over, sans any whiff of endorsement or confusion.  It's like calling your company vehicle "Juke Puke" without owing Nissan a dime. We're not forging alliances, we're just revving our own greasy engine in the shadows... legal as a parking ticket in a no-man's-land lot.  Fetch your pitchfork if you must... we're over here just revving our lawnmowers and calling them racecars.