My wife called me at work one day and said her coworker just told her she had a '73 911t for sale at an obscenely low price. I immediately said I'll take it, to which she retorted "you've never even seen a picture." I said, at that price, I don't need to. I then asked what the story was on it and she said her coworker told her her husband had passed away a few years prior and she was trying to get rid of all of his "junk." When prodded what kind of "junk" she had, she mentioned he was a car guy and had a bunch of tools and a couple of old cars. My wife asked about the cars and she said she had an '87 rx7 and a Porsche "aahhh, Cururah?" My wife corrected her with "Carrera" to which she replied, "yeah that's it." My wife asked about the history and she told her that her husband bought it in the mid to late 70s and took it in for a respray in 1979, and that the painter "stole" some of the chrome trim (my guess is the owner didn't pay the full bill and the painter didn't return the trim as a result). She said he put it in their garage and lost interest in it for about a year, at which point he tried to start it and it wouldn't start, resulting in him permanently losing interest. And there it sat in a heated garage for the next 35 years, completely untouched until I drug (seized caliper) it back out into the sun when I went to pick it up. The story of my 911 is a true example of the "barn find" we have all dreamed of, minus the barn. Here she is on her first day out after three and a half decades of hibernation...
