Quite a few true statements here. Cornpanzer is right, I am a great guy
. but I'd have to disagree with one sentiment. Though I was comfortably under the legal limit (.08), there is no question in my mind, or the minds of the researchers, that impairment begins at virtually any small BAC level. Like many of you, I have a beer now and then, and drive home. But I have heard of decisions to not drive at all after any alcohol consumption and I think there is wisdom in that. More than in me, I guess.
And I'd like it if at least one of you might hear this: Really our Porsches are just the wrong car to be driving home from a bar. The right car would be a 1963 Cadillac with a 4-cylinder engine. I'm suggesting extreme care (as opposed to just great care) in driving your Porsches home after happy hour.
Now, back to the fun. Jack's right. Indeed, I'll confess again to a certain macabre pleasure at dealing with car-nage. And I am certainly learning about my front suspension. I think I might be able to remove the cross member without removing the a-arms. That might mean the struts come down or loose or something, but this would delay my struggle with that funcky big nut. I know I have a broken cross member. Perhaps it can be repaired. It certainly can be replaced. Again, the tub seems straight. Whew! I'm a lucky man. Did any of you understand how lucky I was? The adjusting screw and cap was pushed clear out of its cage. The top of the screw was barely engaging the cross member, and the whole cap was ready to fall off. That would have collapsed my left front suspension. The drive home was hilly and curvy and wet with lots of trees. I'm a lucky man. And witty and good looking, smart, stuff like that.
