Gentlemen, those of you who expressed your concern about not honoring my price...
Imagine, if you will, you are 28 and just acquired a 1980 911 that you first sat in at your uncle's house when you were 8 years old. Every year I visited him I also secretly visited the 911 in the basement garage. I never quite knew what color the car was as it was always dark, and the car hasn't seen sunlight in over 18 years. The first car I rowed through the gears on a stick shift, the first sports car I ever sat in, the first Porsche I ever touched. The car that essentially spring-boarded me into this horribly unhealthy addiction that all of us here have to experience something unearthly in human transportation.
The car, even twenty years later, consumed my mind. One day earlier this year, I was feeling particularly frisky and made a cheeky offer to my uncle for his 911, knowing very well he wouldn't accept it. It was like I woke up and knew what I had to do, like it was an impulse. I knew he kept it as an ode to his most fun and free years, to those good times in life you can't help but hope you'll have again. Being the wonderfully nice person he is, he wholeheartedly accepted my humble offer, promising to cherish it for the rest of my life, to have it up and running one day soon so that he can drive it again, because I know that's what I would want myself. Seeing it being towed out of the garage (the brake pistons were stuck to the rotors) and seeing it in sunlight for the first time, even with 18 years of patina, I actually cried, and then I hugged him.
Now, I am in the midst of getting this car ready to diagnose, to see if the engine rotates by hand. If so, I have quite a few things to tend to to get it moving on its own as I stated in my edit on my first post. I sit in it everyday just like I did when I was 8, except now in a cheap, decrepit & decade old Sparco seat. But now, I have this new excitement, and can almost feel the wind on my arm driving in the North Georgia mountains just like my uncle did in the 80s.
I want more than anything to have this car running again, and unfortunately my pockets aren't necessarily deep enough to justify having a 911 right now, but I am anyway, because when I look back when I'm my uncles age, I can say I did something not only for me, but for someone who's given me one of the greatest gift a lifer automotive addict could dream of.
Yes, a couple thousand dollars will make a huge difference for me right now, to finance bringing this beauty to life, and I hope you all can understand that.
18 years of dust...
all washed away...
