In 1999 I went to my Dad’s house for dinner. He hadn’t gotten home yet from work so I was chatting with my Stepmom when out of nowhere he shows up in a silver 1973 911 Targa. He tells us he just bought it on a whim for 9k from a guy at work (very unlike him as he’s the most modest and least frivolous guy I’ve ever known).
He tells me to hop in and within 5 seconds I was in love with the sound of the engine. Being single and in my early 30s I vowed to get my own ASAP. After about 6 months of searching I bought this 1982 row Targa to begin my addiction to Porsche ownership. He and I would drive our cars into the hills in Northeast San Diego County every chance we got. Marriage and quite a few kids unfortunately led to me sell it in but I instantly regretted it.
After a 10 year hiatus I now own my Dad’s 73 (2nd pic) that had sat in his barn for a number of years. Just had the engine rebuilt so the ear to ear grin is now etched on my face once again.
