So I have gone over to the dark side. That’s the side that does not contain a Porsche. It has other stuff taking root, filling my brain with non-Porsche bullshit, stuff that should not matter. Whatever. Well truth be told I still have part ownership in a Cayenne. But my oldest son drives it and he is away at college, so I am not sure that counts.
I've been talking about going to Nashville for a while. No big reason except that I love guitar music of any kind. So now that I have a very reliable 944 , ( built by the guru himself, Jason Gonzalez), I went.
I split the drive into four legs so I wouldn’t have to drive 14-15 hours straight; I’m way too old for that. I had driven straight through to Ft. Lauderdale, alternating the driving duties with Mark, my dear friend , in a 914, back in 1976, when I was 23 years old. I’m just a tad older now and happily retired. The first leg was from home in Easton, Maryland, on the Eastern Shore. First stop was Radford, Virginia, a small town where I had booked a room, about a 6-7 hour drive.
what the shit! is it a Euro thing? maybe it's an option? 'ang on...looks like someone took it off and never put it back.
if you feel like you've been ripped off, well, you haven't...not necessarily. owners of true (later) 1994 and 1995 968s may wonder why their cars are missing the front engine compartment lining. those with a keener eye for detail will notice that a rear cover in front of the bulk head is also missing from their car. the pensive sort will stare at the voids, tilt their heads and squint while muttering, "those motherfuckers..." not knowing who to blame.
I truly enjoy sharing my adventures in my 931 with other people. I enjoy taking them on drives, going on errands, hitting backroads. It puts a smile on my face; sharing the experiences with others makes it that much more special. It’s been an interesting adventure with this car; I truly love it.
Every now and then you run into someone who enjoys the adventure as much as you; and that’s when the inspiration hits to put it down in words.
It all started out with a night of whisky drinking. I had been playing with the idea of buying an old Porsche for a while but me and the missus couldn’t quite agree on which model. The first car that made an impression in my life was a Porsche 928. This happened in the late 70’s and I never forgot about it. However the missus deemed it a bit thirsty *. The vast approaching bottom of the whisky bottle proved that my buddy and I had the same problem. Luckily at the end of the night she approved with the 928.
*(In Belgium a gallon euro 95 comes at a cost of 8,27$)
all the greats died early.
the legends, the revolutionaries, the avant-garde, gone. those who knew better simply went away or sprayed the walls with their brains…they controlled their destiny.
then there’s the has-beens who nailed it, rode it, and didn’t take the hint. the cool and savvy got tired of their shit, only the aged of both mind and spirit kept applauding for their return.
there’s nothing more pathetic than old fucks who still think they got it and simply refuse to go away. it’s no good, it gets in the way of progress. they’re not to blame, it’s a nostalgic generation refusing to let go, throwing money at them to stay. it’s a sad state of affairs, this.
Until the 90's, Porsche sales in Portugal were few. We had a dictator for almost 50 years (20's-70's) and having a low level of importation was one of his goals. This meant that cars made abroad paid a high amount of taxes; even an agreement with Renault to open a factory here was made in exchange for a guaranteed minimum quota of 50%. 356s, too, are very rare; many were imported afterwards because of this taxation.
Taxation and dictatorship seem to be perfect bedfellows benefitting the dictator, but what few people know is that Salazar, Portugal’s dictator, didn't use his power for his own benefit as several photos of him with holes in the shoes. He even turned down a Mercedes Benz offered as a gift on the grounds that it was too "flashy.” You may think he in turn preferred his country and people to prosper, but the sad part was that most were simply too poor to have a car.
Buying a car is easy, buying a house is really hard
Conservatively speaking, I have probably bought and sold 40+ cars over the years. Some of the sales have been pretty straight forward. As in you come an agreed upon price and the deal is done. My wife will tell you that I enjoy the car dealer experience and love the haggling over obscure finer points like the MSO and hold back dollars. But some Private party sales can be more challenging. You no doubt will agree if you have ever sold an older Porsche (or one that has a ton of go fast mods). Yep, get ready for it. Endless questions. Even if your carefully crafted For Sale ad addressing all of the salient points of the car, someone will ask you to go even deeper…”can you tell me the valve clearance on the 3rd Cylinder at TDC when the engine is completely cold and when it is running at normal operating conditions”. Yes I have had those questions. And if you have sold a Porsche…any Porsche, I bet you have had them too.