[Seahawk]

My Dad always had a sports car, usually British, so I learned to work on cars with him and enjoyed it immensely.

I can tell you the exact moment I caught the Porsche bug.

We lived near Mulholland Drive growing up - in the 60's before California got crowded. He had a Lotus 7 in 1967 and would go for Saturday morning drives all through the coastal mountains around Mulholland.

We lived on a small ranch and I was playing basketball at the top of our driveway when I heard him coming home. He was followed by a 356 (not 914), another 7 and a 911, the first one I had really seen up close.

They independently met driving and latched up. My Dad invited them back for a beer.

The 911 owner was a great guy and offered my a ride. I was eleven. I was also hooked.