It all began with the usual chat.
"Porsches are the strongest."
"No, you don’t know what you’re talking about; Ferraris are the strongest.
Porsches might be strong on the track and in rallies, but Ferrari's 0-100km/h times, Ferrari 's max speed..." On and on it goes.
Then comes the idea; a challenge on track.
© Porsche AG
"hey James, check these phone dials out."
"Oh yea...they're quite small, 15s right?"
"what's this "quite" shit? I hear it on TV, radio, and now from you. "quite this, quite that, oh and isn't this quite lovely"...is speaking Her Majesty's English some sort of phase or are you just trying to sound sophisticated? putting sentences on doilies makes you sound like a jerk-off."
"Perhaps you need some alone time..."
Antonio Kawage — papa elfer
editor's note: few of our readers know how flüssig burst into being. even fewer still know how your editor went from being an air-cooled 911 elitist to a passionate polygamist for early water-cooled Porsches. Antonio Kawage, of r-elfer, a site celebrating race inspired early 911s, wanted to find out more about this violent conversion and how it developed into a magazine devoted to a much maligned and misunderstood breed he enjoys pushing in people's faces.
One of my favorite things to do on the web is to go into a car company’s web site, head straight to their configurator and build something. Sometimes it will be a stripper, just the basic car to see how cheap I can build it. And more times than not, I go all in adding every option to see how far I can take it to the other extreme. I try different colors, different interiors, different wheels and I spare no expense on the performance options. If you are going to build something, you may as well go big. Right?
I'm designing a lounge inspired by the most early Porsche cars for myself.
There are so many elements to these cars.. but I'm resisting taking them literally. I'm trying to create a lounge Professor Porsche would approve of. It's to be 1930s simple but Porsche too. It's a real challenge. I need critical opinions.
"alright...let me speak with your manager; this is ridiculous."
I'm a confident motherfucker, but I can see how this was going to problem for me...I was visually outclassed. I shrank a bit.
"Yes, I'm the manager, is there a problem?"
no good morning, no handshake, no offer to come sit in her office to discuss the matter; only a puff of stale coffee breath arrived with her terse question. I could tell by the slight quiver in her voice and hands folded low across her front this broad was uptight. I knew her tragedy, she hadn't been gone down on in a long while; maybe never.
my '76 Turbo Carrera
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 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.
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.
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.