[Dan in Pasadena]

My Dad was always into American cars so I grew up loving them, of course.

At about age 13 or so, my mother's boss (then maybe 40ish) had a beautiful brick red color 356 and I ACTUALLY remember thinking, "Wow, that's a nice car for a man his age". I didn't think about Porsches again until a few years later.

It's 1972, i am a senior in high school and I am literally pressing my face against the glass of a sort of "general European Imports" car dealership where they sold one or two of many different cars. They had a then brand new silver 911S in the very small showroom window and I remember thinking it was beautiful and that I would never be able to afford a car like that.

Jump forward again to the Bicentennial summer of 1976. I am in Geneva with my then girlfriend on Fourth of July (nothing is happening of course, its Europe, they don't give a schit!) I see this "new, modern" yellow 1976S roll down the street at low speed and I think, "That does it, as soon as I get home and finish my last semester I am buying a Porsche" - So I DID...30 years later after a 20 year marriage/divorce from that same "girlfriend". I decided it was MY time.

Their simplicity, purposeful-ness (such a word?) and their elegance (prior to turbo flares, wings, etc-YMMV) always struck me and still do as a classy car without many peers.