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Hello everyone, this is my first topic post and thought I should first introduce myself. I am sort of a newbie since I bought my first Porsche just about a year ago, a beautiful and very sound Gold Metallic 1971 911T. Although it was my first Porsche, I had dreamed of owning a long-hood for decades, I just never got around to it. It is a strange thing how when you haven't owned one, and you didn't grow around one, ownership of a Porsche (new or vintage) seems like a far away idea, like something others might do but not yourself, at least that's what I felt.
For years I dreamed of having a perfectly restored 1967 (my birth year) 911 that I could drive and show occasionally. I being an architect in love of german functionalist design was more in awe of the shape than anything else. I foolishly idealized the thought of having one and it was more of a self-serving romanticized notion of ownership than a true understanding what a Porsche is or what it could make me feel. I really had no idea, you see, I had not even driven one before.
The gold 911T fell into my lap sort-to-say, as it came attached as part of the deal to a property that I bought. At first I thought of re-selling it since I felt awkward even receiving the keys to it and it did not meet the criteria from "my" dream 911. It was the wrong year, the wrong color, it was not perfectly finished and why would I want it? What would I do with it? Drive it? What sort of fool would just drive? What kind of useless machine had I just acquired? Or so I thought.
One turn of the key and the engine woke up, a few minutes of idle and I slid it into first. It took me no more than 3 minutes of driving to completely change my view. So used to all sorts of sterile people-transporters had I become that I'd forgot how it felt to drive. Let me tell you, once that feeling came back, it felt like Christmas morning and better yet, It felt right, like it was waiting for me to arrive.
I have since then replaced my daily driver with the 911, completely discarded the idea of a museum Porsche, yes they are oh so beautiful to look at, but at least to me, they are much more beautiful to drive. I have begun to update suspension and brakes on the car with the idea of driving it until I die. The more I tinker and I know the car the more I feel comfortable and exited around it. And what is best, every day when I approach the garage to warm it up, I feel the same excitement of the first time I drove it. It really is like my favorite pair of jeans...on a Christmas morning...eating apple pie.
Since having work done on the car for upgrades precluded me from driving it from time to time, I decided to bring down another unreachable idol, I bought my second Porsche. This time around it was time for my teen dream poster child, a 1979 Guards Red 930 turbo, which was the car I most desired at an age when few things mattered other than girls. Again with this car I hit jackpot, It is so bi-polar, so silent and brutal, so sexy and vulgar, so different to the 911.
But how does the 930 feel? It feels like the first time...if you know what I mean.
Regards
Mauricio