Forty years after my Porsche daydreams started, they finally became reality. There is an arctic silver, 1999 Porsche 911 (996) parked in my garage. This is the short(ish) story. Let’s be clear, this only happened because my wife got tired of my constant remarks and hints about owning a 911. So, to her my enduring…
My car fascination began in the spring of 1982 at the wide-eyed age of 12. It all started with a trip to the American institution of 7-Eleven. I grew up in a house that sat one lot removed from a cul-de-sac (the turnaround). The turnaround was the neighborhood play area. My street had little traffic…
The first few months of 1988 were rough. For the most part, my hair had grown back after the boot camp buzz cut from the previous September. It had been a whirlwind from Air Force basic training to tech school to being stationed in Miami, Florida. For an 18-year old kid that had barely left…