• 1BigMacLarenB
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    1 year ago

    when I saw the 918 for the first time and this one tine got ti sit in a boxter

  • NoahtheRedB
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    1 year ago

    I was familiar/enamored with Porsches already because my dad spoke about the 356 he had like it was the son he had before my brother and I. There were lots of BMWs in his history, but this Porsche was about the only car that he spoke at length about and to the best of my memory, the only one had kept pictures of. Nevertheless, German sports cars were the top of the heap for me. Ferraris? Lambos? American Muscle? Nah, anything worth owning was somewhere between Munich and Stuttgart.

    But ultimately, that cream colored 356 wasn’t what made me fall in love with P cars. I spoke about it in another thread, and I’m not 100% on the year/model, but a green early 70s 911T(?) Targa that my neighbors owned was the one that officially lit the fuse. I was aware that it was under a sheet in their garage, so perhaps I slightly bigged it up in my head…but when I finally saw it (and heard it)…it became a core memory. And really, that little 911T was special because it was like your best friend’s older sister who is a bit less shy around you than her brother’s other friends. It was the type of car that was untouchable, yet it pretty much shaped my tastes. In truth, it probably wasn’t as special as my memory of it was, but there’s always a slight comparison that happens anytime I saw, see, or will see a new car.

    Frankly, I never stood a chance.