I grew up in the back seat of a 1965 build year 911. Hell, I was probably conceived in it.
As a two year old, three year old, four year old. I hated every minute of it. Loud. No AC. Rough ride. Too windy in back.
That car was my childhood. At 16, my dad, realizing I needed a car,, and not wanting his 911 oversteered into a tree, went on a search. He came back with the perfect car, a 66 912 so rusted and cheap it literally fell in half.
We spent the winter welding it back together. I spent the winter driving the volvo.
As a teenager in the 80's, I always wanted the longhoods to look like impact bumpers.
Now I want my impact bumper to be a longhood. Back then, 911's were common. They were affordable. You could enjoy them, tinkering. Of course collectables existed, but the beauty was you could pick your poison- A driver. A project. A concours rarity.
To each his own.
I've tried to keep 78 sc as a purposeful driver. Non stock. Intentionally Imperfect.
The other day, I picked my daughter up in the 911. She HATED it. Too fast! Too loud! Too rough!!!
I get it
and smiled.
The volvos were always smoother and more luxurious.
That's why I like both.