Haven’t had a Porsche story in a while, so this was a nice treat to have someone share a bit. This story is from Bob. Enjoy…
As with most young boys, when I was growing up, I had a favorite car … one that would turn my head every time. Mine was the Porsche 911 Turbo. And even though, now as an adult, I’m less of a “car guy”, a nice 911 still turns my head (and my 13 year-old daughter’s too…glad she has good taste…).
Anyway, it wasn’t until 4 years ago that I actually got to drive one. I helped put on a music festival up in Wenatchee, WA, and our chairman owned a black 911. A few of us on our team joked around with Clyde that we’d really like to drive it…to no avail.
Then one day as I was over at his house with him and his wife, he asked me if I wanted to take it for a spin! I didn’t have to think about that for long…in no time, he and I were heading down the road, with me searching for a nice open road that I could open it up on. The only problem was that I wasn’t sure if he’d be OK with me attempting a new land speed record…so I took it fairly easy (as hard as it was).
The one thing I remember though … more than any other car I’ve ever driven, as soon as I gave it a little gas, I just KNEW this car wanted to take off. You could just feel the power in that engine…it was just screaming to fly!