My first, the 1978 SC – I had been lusting after a 911 for years. I convinced my wife that because we were hardly driving our cherry 1989 Volkswagen Westfalia we should sell it as it was worth much more than what we had paid for it. So we sell the Westy, and now I’m sitting on a slush fund. I spent about 18 months checking every west coast Craiglist, FleaBay, Samba etc, and an add turns up on Craiglist for a ’78 SC 10 minutes from my house. Call the guy on Wednesday, test drive it on Sunday and fall in love. The guy tells me he has another interested party coming on the following Tuesday and if I want it I need to bring him CASH on Monday. No problem, except that Monday was Presidents Day and most banks were closed, and the ones that were open barely had any cash on hand. Drove to three different banks and cleaned them out of cash. Met him in a Starbucks parking lot and completed the transaction, although meeting him at a Starbucks it felt vaguely like a drug deal.
Second the 1973 ˝ T (CIS) – In 1997 a friend of mine had a job that took him to Kauai for what was supposed to be a one year gig so he put his 911 into storage without much prep. One year turned into two years, two years turned into three etc. Every year he would come back to Colorado from Kauai for vacation and my wife and I would meet him for a weekend. And every year I would badger him about selling his car to me. Last summer he shows up with the keys to the car and storage unit and tells me he’s ready to sell. We worked out a price pretty quickly, but it took him another 9 months to finally part with the car. Because it hasn’t been driven since ’97 we dragged it home this past summer on a trailer, been working on it ever since to get it road worthy.
And we ended up finding a deal on another Westy, so we now have what my Alfa buddy calls “quite a collection of ass-engine Nazi haulers”.
