I'm not sure on an exact time, but sometime around being 10 years old I started to like cars more than just liking ALL of the matchbox cars I had. Some became cooler than others. Some were completely undesirable and were "sandbox" cars.
As I got a little bit older, I got books about cars. Then there were drawings and posters of cars. (and monsters). I liked the countach, the corvette, and of course, the Porsche 911. This is the pinnacle of what I thought I would ever own. I never imagined being able to have one.
I'll use this thread to document the car, and the plans I have for it. I'll write much more about the details surrounding the journey and trip I had to go get the car for publication, but here are some photos from the trip.
P.s. Its funny (but not really) for a little while to keep asking me when I'll sell the car, but it gets old. I am seriously in love with this car. It's been decades in the making. This is my (cliche I know) dream car. Lets just leave it at that. alright? Alright.
some photos courtesy mr Glen, and one from some random guy
I was so so so so frickin tired. I slept about 5-7 hours in the previous 60 hours.
here is me when I first got to see the car. it was clean then
first gas stop:
tail is good for something...
had to stop to eat somewhere distinctly southern. I pooped at a rest stop later.
its pretty much this the whole time:
once we got back to the midwest, I pulled over for a photo. car very dirty by this point. it rained the entire first day.
checking out the car at the best spot in minnesota for boners.