story and photo by jenny funkmeyer

Glorious was the hot, sunny day in 1979 I drove into the Beverly Hills Porsche dealership in my VW Rabbit and drove out in a brand spanking new Porsche 928. I was 26 and full of confidence, with swollen pockets from running a successful advertising company. When the salesman handed me the car key, I distinctly felt my hand and the key magnetically pull toward one another; we were destined to be attached at the hip for the next 25 years.