This story is part two from James O.
My Porsche story, part two.
My father was in the army, and I grew up in Germany. Like many army brats I lost touch with most of my friends when I came home. One friend, Bill, and I both loved Porsches. He had a 924 that was the first Porsche I ever drove.
Years later after my father died I felt the need to try to reconnect with my old friends. I found an old post card Bill had sent and tracked him down.We both had turned our love of Porsches into a job. I restore old ones and Bill had become a racing mechanic.
Bill had worked his way up to being crew chief for one of the TRG cars. He called me one day and said that they could use an extra hand at Lime Rock if I was interested. I couldn’t wait.
It seemed like forever but finally I packed up, kissed my wife good bye and headed down. This was cool. I stopped and got my credentials and passes and went to find Bill.
That year TRG was racing in Grand Am, they had two 996 GT3 RSR’s. I was put on the 67 car, the junior crew. Since I had no experience with race cars they gave me the grunt work. One of my jobs was to clean the water out after a wet track session. It rained the whole weekend and those cars are tight.
Race day came and still it was raining, so much so the pace car crashed. I didn’t care. I hauled tires over the wall during pit stops and helped out any way I could. We didn’t win, not even close, but that day it didn’t matter. I was was in car guy heaven, cold, wet heaven.
Two more times Bill called and I went. The next time they let me over the wall, I was just the fire man but I was over. The last time I was the fuel man. I did two stops and we won the race.
My favorite part was talking to the fans. Taking their pictures next to the cars, showing them the cars up close and even letting the little kids sit in the car. Maybe someday a kid will buy a Porsche and look back and say that was the day I fell in love with a car.