Doesn't happen all the time, the haters.
I was in redneckville putting the finishing touches on a 350 for install into a friends Suburban today. While there, the landlord came out. She's late 20's, good figure, great personality, loaded, and attached, damn. After having a beer and a few smokes she proceeded to tell me all about her new vette, and an accident recently. I thought not to much of it, the usual, hot blond vette thing, you know. Then she asks me if I wanted to sell my Porsche. I tell her no. Then she asks what year it was, said it's nice, I like it, on and on. She was serious, apparently she has a thing for old cars. About this point I'm about hard as a rock.
I told her on one condition would I entertain the thought of selling it, as I motioned her over to the corner of the garage.
Immediately her top flies of, and my shorts were at my ankles. I couldn't whip that somebeotch out any faster. I'll leave you to fill in the rest. You might as well fill in your own story starting at her liking old cars.
Nice gal, good taste. I did have to tell her what she really wants is a 951 though.