zaevor2000

It's been awhile.

Just wanted to say how good it was to see everyone again and new faces as well at yesterday's monthly breakfast in Dallas.
Forgot just how good the cameraderie was and how enjoyable it is to be around fellow car guys with our quirky love for the wonderful wacky 928.

How time flies...
Seems like only yesterday when I flew out to San Diego and drove this one owner 928 all the way back from California to Dallas, Texas back in 2015 (8 years ago) blasting songs from 1984 all the way (since it's an 84). Went through some hard times in the past 6 years but I have kept this car through thick and thin.

Most of our Dallas group know why this car means so much to me that I never let it go...

I have always been in awe and most appreciative of the help and advice that we give to each other. It truly is a tight brotherhood.
Always most appreciated and NEVER taken for granted...

It's good to be back!

Frank

8cyl

The community here and also the individual 928 owners clubs (US, UK, Australia etc.) are all great to be a part of. Someone on YouTube once said 928 owners are some of the nicest car people you can meet, and I agree. If it weren't for such close-knit communities continuously helping us keep our cars on the road I probably would have just bought a modern 911 model or something easier to live with.

928 GT R

Congratulations on sticking it out Frank!

And, welcome back!

Life does throw us many curve ***** and challenges. Just when I've thought I had it made, the sand was swept from beneath me - - - several times.

These are wonderful and interesting cars. And you never know what you will hear from a 928 owners mouth! It seems to be "The Overachievers Club". with character and intellect a predominant quality. Oh yes, and that occasional

Post some photos of your personal jewell and crank up those tunes from 1984!

Enjoy!

Jim M.

I had two different 928's and loved them both and still miss them. But after a divorce (expensive but worth every penny) and bending all my valves on the return trip from the divorce hearing, I was semi-forced to move on. Now I'm driving a 991.1 Turbo S that I love. When I got rid of the 928, I said I was never getting rid of the 928 community. It is simply the best group of folks I have ever known. Always willing to help with whatever problem you might be experiencing.

911user

Jim, here's one trip I'll never forget!

zaevor2000

That is one of the things I always love about the Dallas group. No ego. Friendly group of guys that help each other.

I had a lump in my throat when everyone pitched in helping me to get that 4th strap on the air cleaner (far left side). Didn't even know it was missing. Also appreciated the help strapping the horn.
Hard to describe the feeling when everyone just rolls up their sleeves and helps each other out.
When I picture heaven this comes to mind.
People just pitching in with advice and helping each other "just because"...

Have been through some very hard times and you guys have no idea how special that was for me...

zaevor2000

Could not agree more!

I would upvote you 1,000 times if I could.

I can never sell this car...

I was born premature at 2 lbs. My birth mother had arthritis and refused to have any more children. My birth father was a lawyer and got custody of me since my birth mother with her crippling arthritis could not take care of me.
He moved from Dallas down to Houston and dumped me at SoHo Daycare center like a sack of garbage and never came to pick me up.
I was only 3 years old and cried and cried. Finally about 7pm one of the daycare teachers, Mrs. Mac (Margery McIntyre) took me home, fed me dinner, gave me a bed to sleep in.
My father never came back to the school. Day after day, week after week, never came back.
I felt all alone and abandoned.
Mrs. Mac (aka Momma Mac) had a hysterectomy as a result of having her daughter 10 years before...so I was the son she could never have.
She took me in, she raised me as her own. She showed me all the love and affection any son could ever hope for.
Her husband John McIntyre (aka Daddy Mac) had a 3rd grade education was in the Army in WW2 and was in the Merchant Marine afterwards and was always at sea. Momma Mac didn't have much more education than that.
She barely made minimum wage and always worked 6am to 6pm at the daycare center and then worked a 2nd job at night.
I grew up in basically an empty house.
Many time we would not have anything for dinner or she would cook a chicken pot pie and I would have to split that for the whole day. Or a TV dinner I might eat the potato portion for breakfast, wrap the meat portion and eat that for lunch, and then whatever was in the 3rd section for dinner.
When I was 14 yrs old in 1978, I started working after school and on weekends at the Pasadena Bonanza off Spencer Hwy bussing tables, washing dishes, cleaning the bathrooms for $2 an hr. I worked at a restaurant so Momma Mac wouldn't have to spend what little money she had on groceries for me. Worked there from my Freshman year in High School until I went into the Army after I graduated.
I never had a problem in my 20s, 30s, 40s working 2 jobs because I always remembered how Momma Mac worked all those years.

When she finally passed the day before Valentines Day 2016 it broke my heart in 2.
I drove down to Houston and for 2 days tossed and turned and could not sleep.
Finally the day of the funeral Pat their daughter told me to find a hotel. I found one at 11am 10 miles away from the funeral home. She gave me several sleeping pills. I was out like a light.
Thank God I still had my clothes on as sweaty as they were and I felt the buzzer in my pocket go off. It was 301pm. Pat's brother in law Dickie Cloutman was calling me asking me where I was !The funeral started at 3pm!!!
I have never moved so fast in my life. I was in shock.
I was in the shower doing a quick Army shower by 303pm.
By 305pm I was in my underwear with my clothes for the funeral in my arms. I was throwing on clothes as I drove.
Downtown SouthHouston on Spencer highway at 3pm in the afternoon (2 lanes each way with probably around a dozen stop lights every 2 or 3 streets).
I never encountered a red light the whole way...every single light was green.
Every car I encountered was in the far right lane. I never put anyone at risk. 2 times there was someone in the left lane but the road on the other side was clear so I used it...
It was like a Senna pole position lap, if the road was empty I was clipping apexes and powering out.
I will never drive like that again.
All I could think about was all the times Momma Mac had sacrificed and done all she could all those years every time she could.
I could have never forgiven myself if I had not been there to honor her for all she had ever done for me.
By 311pm I was sitting next to Pat at the funeral...you can calculate how fast I went to make it the 10 miles in 6 minutes.
I got to hear Miss Josey and others that worked with Momma Mac and people from our church that said their peace about Momma Mac.
Miss Josey and others told me of some of the hardships and struggles that Momma Mac went through all those years. Things she never let on with me.

I had the chance to speak up myself and speak my feelings. She always said no matter how bleak things were, "We're going to make it."
When I led hundreds of patrols on the border in Germany in E Trp, 2/2 ACR and things were rough I would always tell my men "We're going to make it"

She always was and forever will be my hero.

I can't but think that I was watched over and protected and I am forever grateful that I had the chance to be there and honor her for all that she did for me all those 50 years.

How can I ever look at this car that is Valentine's Day red and not give thanks to Momma Mac for all that she ever did for me and for always being there for me and for the Lord protecting me and allowing me to be there when it was IMPOSSIBLE for me to be there. By all rights I should have missed the funeral. There was no way I could have possibly made it. I felt the Lord protected me and a part of me believes that she was watching out for me and protecting me.

EVERY TIME I look at this car, EVERY TIME I drive this car I give thanks that I had Momma Mac in my life and I thank the Lord for allowing me to be there to honor her when by all rights it was impossible...

If I had drove my Tahoe down there I KNOW I would have missed everything.
I know of no other car on earth I could have jumped in and did what I did...just jumped and go. No lengthy warm up. Fast enough to make it in that time. I truly felt it was meant to be that I just somehow decided to take the 928 instead of my Tahoe.
I've gotten offered incredible amounts of money for this car since I keep it original and as close to showroom as I can. I've had dealerships want me to trade it in towards another Porsche or a Ferrari. Can't do it...no car before or since will ever mean as much to me as this one...not for what it is...but for what it did. You can literally put any car on earth in front of me no matter how expensive and I will not trade this car for it...

Now you know why I can never let it go...

ALKada

Wow, you just never know either what is going on in the lives of people around you or their past with struggles and accomplishments. Thank you for sharing that story, as painful and yet triumphant as it is. Welcome back.

zaevor2000

Thank you for that!

My car is not perfect and neither am I. It has flaws and I don't care. I try to take care of it as well as I can.

It is old, it is one of the slowest models of the 928. It's not the newest. It's not the fastest. It is an S model which was far surpassed by later models and the older models were a purer expression of the shape.

There were other 928s there that were more beautiful than mine. Some absolutely spectacular 911s there that I have the absolute respect for. Incredible cars!

But I am grateful for this particular car...this particular piece of metal.

I am forever grateful that it was there for me and got me to the most important thing ever in my life.

I feel blessed to be part of the Dallas group. Truly a great group of down to earth and helpful guys.

I have missed this wonderful group.

It is good to be back.

zaevor2000

Pics of Hans.
He is Hans and I am Franz and we are here to PUMP...YOU UP!!!

I bought it in 2015 with 59k original miles.
Now it has just over 77k original miles.

I drive it on beautiful days with perfect blue sky, brilliant sun, perfect temperature on empty roads on the weekend.
aka "CHOCOLATE MILES"