Bought my '72 in the spring of 1991. I was 21. I was looking for a convertible Chevelle, Camaro or Mustang, (60's vintage of course.) when I spotted the Flame Red '72 911 Targa. The car came with the engine in 5 different boxes. It was towed to my house, and I proceeded to rebuild the engine in the room I was renting while I was going to college.
So, the first Porsche I ever drove was my own, and I had to rebuild it first! Do you have any idea how much I anticipated driving that thing? I can't count how many times I sat in it making Brmmmm Brmmmm sounds while the engine sat in pieces on a huge piece of cardboard in a corner of my room! (Little did I know that once it was running, I would spend the next year of my life figuring out every subtle nuance of the MFI system.)
Needless to say, that was the end of my musclecar fascination. I used to know every fact and figure about Chevy musclecars. (I owned a '66 Chevelle Malibu while I was building the Porsche.) Now, I've forgotten most of it, while those areas of the brain have been rededicated to things like Fuch's part numbers, and a 3 dimensional image of the '72 oil system schematic. i've had full-on "Porsche on the Brain" ever since. It's a good drug.
