Yes... I know I will be outdone on this one
But here it goes. (inspired by the "what constitutes a 'porsche'" thread)
My friend's 1973 911S. It reminded me of my 1966 912- yet- with a lot more power.
With the sunroof open, and looking at the stars, I remember flogging in second, and it had a powerband like a friend's early 70's camaro. The car kicked you back in the seat. Bigtime.
Years later, I rode in another guy's 930. He was a graduate student from Germany, and adopted America as if it was the autobahn. The guy had no concept of speed limits. He drove around all day long at 130+ mph with impunity. For me- I felt if we got pulled over we'd just say- "It's okay- he's from Germany." I would say- It's okay- you don't understand- It was safe and totally under control....Pay no attention to these droids...He let me drive but I never got past a three digit number of something or other.
Later, when I got back in the 73- S, he took it up to 90. It felt strained- like a VW bug!
What's your story (p-car or otherwise)?