[juanbenae]

My love of the 911 started in in 1973 when a few P3 navel fliers out of Moffet Field rented the house next to us when I was like 7 years old. One of them had a silver 911 that when he drove it down the street it was the greatest thing I ever heard. Dude pulled the chicks and let us help wash it every could weeks. He and my pops got to be friends, pops cutting up our 69 vw bug in the driveway to make a baja bug helped, but dude also bought a dirt bike that my pops hauled to ride with us for a year or two.

He was transferred to the Phillippe's, but I will always remember how that siver coupe sounded.