Funny 928 stories
07-15-2004, 10:54 AM
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Funny 928 stories
I know we all have funny things that happen and funny things that are said about 928's due to people not being familiar with the cars. I thought I'd start off a thread with one of mine.
So I bring my shark into the Goodyear service center in order to have my A/C system recharged with freon. I give the service Tech. the keys so he can pull it in the shop. I'm sitting in the waiting area reading a magazine and it dawns on me "maybe I should go show the guy where the high and low pressure A/C hookups are". To save the guy time. I walk into the service shop and the guys got the rear hatch popped open and he's starring inside..................... How do you tactfully say "no Jethro the engine's in the front?" Yeah, I should have taken the keys back and driven off but the A/C does now get cold.
So I bring my shark into the Goodyear service center in order to have my A/C system recharged with freon. I give the service Tech. the keys so he can pull it in the shop. I'm sitting in the waiting area reading a magazine and it dawns on me "maybe I should go show the guy where the high and low pressure A/C hookups are". To save the guy time. I walk into the service shop and the guys got the rear hatch popped open and he's starring inside..................... How do you tactfully say "no Jethro the engine's in the front?" Yeah, I should have taken the keys back and driven off but the A/C does now get cold.
07-15-2004, 11:33 AM
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My favorite is still my first experience with the 928 at Sears. I had just bought the car and was looking to get new tires on short notice. When I told them what kind of car it was and the size tires I needed (255/40/17 for the rears), I was told....
"Sir, this is Sears. It's a family store." LOL!
"Sir, this is Sears. It's a family store." LOL!
07-15-2004, 11:55 AM
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Emissions inspector: Engine is in the rear, right?
Guy at truck stop: Is that a V6?
Usher at Historic Races: You need to park there, with the other Ferraris.
Tyre Dude: Man, those are the biggest calipers I've ever seen.
Girlies at the grocery store as I started her: Applause.
Girlies at the grocery store as I revved once: Huge applause, thumbs up and smiles all round.
Friend in Bill Gates' white F-50: Man, I saw you and tried to catch up to you, but you were gone!
Trooper before he handcuffs me, tomato face: I've never even been that fast in my patrol car, 130mph is insane. There's no way you could stop in time if someone pulled in front of you. You're going to jail!
Prosecutor 3 days later: That's what those cars are made for, isn't it.
Me to prosecutor: Thank you sir, have a wonderful day.
Friend on Honda CBR 929RR: Man, I looked in my rearview mirror at 120 and you were right there. Usually I don't bother looking cause nothing can keep up. That is a really really fast car.
Instructor at PCA Skills Day: OK, let's see what this **** Taxi can do.
Mom: Why do you need 4 Porsches?? Sell them and pay off your mortgage.
Me: HAHAHAH ... aaaaa.... HAHAHAH!!!! (if only she knew how cheap ...)
Ex-wife: I'm keeping the Porsche.
Several girlies I've dated: Awww the little red one <my 911> is so cute!!! <paying no attention to the 928, and needless to say I never saw them again>
Boxster owner on a PCA tour, walks up to me: Man, that car sounds AWESOME!! I drove behind you all the wey just to hear it.
944 turbo owner on a PCA tour: Man you really threw that big thing through the twisties huh. <meaning I kept right on his tail all the way>
'67 Goat owner after I dropped him both ways in a drag race: Dude it was way cool seeing 4 foot of flames shooting from your tailpipe!!
Guy at truck stop: Is that a V6?
Usher at Historic Races: You need to park there, with the other Ferraris.
Tyre Dude: Man, those are the biggest calipers I've ever seen.
Girlies at the grocery store as I started her: Applause.
Girlies at the grocery store as I revved once: Huge applause, thumbs up and smiles all round.
Friend in Bill Gates' white F-50: Man, I saw you and tried to catch up to you, but you were gone!
Trooper before he handcuffs me, tomato face: I've never even been that fast in my patrol car, 130mph is insane. There's no way you could stop in time if someone pulled in front of you. You're going to jail!
Prosecutor 3 days later: That's what those cars are made for, isn't it.
Me to prosecutor: Thank you sir, have a wonderful day.
Friend on Honda CBR 929RR: Man, I looked in my rearview mirror at 120 and you were right there. Usually I don't bother looking cause nothing can keep up. That is a really really fast car.
Instructor at PCA Skills Day: OK, let's see what this **** Taxi can do.
Mom: Why do you need 4 Porsches?? Sell them and pay off your mortgage.
Me: HAHAHAH ... aaaaa.... HAHAHAH!!!! (if only she knew how cheap ...)
Ex-wife: I'm keeping the Porsche.
Several girlies I've dated: Awww the little red one <my 911> is so cute!!! <paying no attention to the 928, and needless to say I never saw them again>
Boxster owner on a PCA tour, walks up to me: Man, that car sounds AWESOME!! I drove behind you all the wey just to hear it.
944 turbo owner on a PCA tour: Man you really threw that big thing through the twisties huh. <meaning I kept right on his tail all the way>
'67 Goat owner after I dropped him both ways in a drag race: Dude it was way cool seeing 4 foot of flames shooting from your tailpipe!!
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05-05-2018, 01:37 PM
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Thought I'd resurrect one of these old threads about the reactions people have when they see a 928. Just wanted to share an experience I had yesterday. Many of you have had similar experiences, and each one makes you stop and think about how people react to seeing a 928 up close in real-time.
Yesterday, after washing the 928 at the local DIY car wash, I was wiping it down in the shade of a couple of large oak trees on the perimeter of a near-by super market parking lot. This was a considerable distance from the store and any of the other cars in the lot, so it was a little unusual to have another car pull up close by and see a fellow get out and start walking over to the 928.
A brief description of him seems appropriate. He was a tall fellow probably in his late sixties or early seventies and somewhat professorial looking, with slightly longish curly gray hair, wearing a Panama hat, a colorful tropical shirt (Hawaiian-style) open at the front, tan tropical pants, and beach sandals. He had chiseled facial features and a stripe of white zinc sunscreen down the crown of his nose. He was carrying a book and a writing tablet. My thoughts were, “he’s probably coming back from the beach and he’s stopped to check out the 928.”
He walks over and takes a long look at the car and says, “what year is it?” I say, “it’s a 1988.” He says, “how long did they make this model?” I say, “they made them from 1978 to 1995.” He says, “it’s a Carrera?” I say, “no, it’s a 928.” He seems puzzled for a moment, then he looks toward the rear of the car and says, “so the engine is in the back?” I say, “no, it’s in the front.” He says, “the front?” I say, “yes.” He thinks for a few minutes, then he says, “it’s a six cylinder!” I say, “no, it’s a V-8.” He says, “a V-8!?” I say, “yep.” He thinks a bit more, then he says, “what does it sound like?” I say, “at idle, it goes ‘lum-lum-lum,’ but when you get on it, it gets loud." I wasn’t sure he’d understand the “Bwaaaaaaaaah” sound we talk about.
He steps back so he can take in the whole car from front to rear and looks at it intently for a few minutes. Then, he says, “what a design! It looks futuristic, and it has those subtle curves. The designers really knew what they were doing! Much better than current cars! Real headlights, no plastic covered light pods!” He went on a bit more about how everything seemed designed with a purpose, and that it actually had cargo space, yet it looked streamlined with no compromises.
It was clear that what drew his attention and set the car apart from every other car around was its integrated design, the distinct low profile, and the futuristic look of a car designed in the seventies that endures still today for those who appreciate art when they see it. This was an artful guy who appreciated that. It also seemed to be an analog versus digital thing for him, even though he recognized that the car spanned the transition period from one era to another.
He was a nice guy and he would have stayed longer to learn more about the car, but he could see that I was still wiping it down and he didn’t want to intrude so he said “nice talking with you,” waved, and walked off. I looked up a moment later and he was gone, nowhere to be seen. It was one of those moments where it makes you wonder, did that just happen or was I daydreaming? No, it really did happen! Like it always does when others get a chance to see a 928 in the flesh.
Yesterday, after washing the 928 at the local DIY car wash, I was wiping it down in the shade of a couple of large oak trees on the perimeter of a near-by super market parking lot. This was a considerable distance from the store and any of the other cars in the lot, so it was a little unusual to have another car pull up close by and see a fellow get out and start walking over to the 928.
A brief description of him seems appropriate. He was a tall fellow probably in his late sixties or early seventies and somewhat professorial looking, with slightly longish curly gray hair, wearing a Panama hat, a colorful tropical shirt (Hawaiian-style) open at the front, tan tropical pants, and beach sandals. He had chiseled facial features and a stripe of white zinc sunscreen down the crown of his nose. He was carrying a book and a writing tablet. My thoughts were, “he’s probably coming back from the beach and he’s stopped to check out the 928.”
He walks over and takes a long look at the car and says, “what year is it?” I say, “it’s a 1988.” He says, “how long did they make this model?” I say, “they made them from 1978 to 1995.” He says, “it’s a Carrera?” I say, “no, it’s a 928.” He seems puzzled for a moment, then he looks toward the rear of the car and says, “so the engine is in the back?” I say, “no, it’s in the front.” He says, “the front?” I say, “yes.” He thinks for a few minutes, then he says, “it’s a six cylinder!” I say, “no, it’s a V-8.” He says, “a V-8!?” I say, “yep.” He thinks a bit more, then he says, “what does it sound like?” I say, “at idle, it goes ‘lum-lum-lum,’ but when you get on it, it gets loud." I wasn’t sure he’d understand the “Bwaaaaaaaaah” sound we talk about.
He steps back so he can take in the whole car from front to rear and looks at it intently for a few minutes. Then, he says, “what a design! It looks futuristic, and it has those subtle curves. The designers really knew what they were doing! Much better than current cars! Real headlights, no plastic covered light pods!” He went on a bit more about how everything seemed designed with a purpose, and that it actually had cargo space, yet it looked streamlined with no compromises.
It was clear that what drew his attention and set the car apart from every other car around was its integrated design, the distinct low profile, and the futuristic look of a car designed in the seventies that endures still today for those who appreciate art when they see it. This was an artful guy who appreciated that. It also seemed to be an analog versus digital thing for him, even though he recognized that the car spanned the transition period from one era to another.
He was a nice guy and he would have stayed longer to learn more about the car, but he could see that I was still wiping it down and he didn’t want to intrude so he said “nice talking with you,” waved, and walked off. I looked up a moment later and he was gone, nowhere to be seen. It was one of those moments where it makes you wonder, did that just happen or was I daydreaming? No, it really did happen! Like it always does when others get a chance to see a 928 in the flesh.
05-06-2018, 12:37 AM
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My two favorite stories:
1. "You must be rich!"
I was outside washing my car. An 11-year-old boy from Kansas, who visited his aunt in my neighborhood, came-by on his roller shoes. He checked out my car and remarked: "That's a pretty old fashioned car you have there." I told him that I had it for a while and liked it.
A few days later, I had the garage door open and the car was in the garage. He rolled-by and stopped. "Whoa - you got a Porsh - You must be rich!".
Another few days later I was outside and had my front door open. Kit rolled-by again and saw the inside (very modern - much different from any of the homes in the neighborhood). He was curious and politely asked, if he could see the inside of my home, as he had never seen anything like it. I showed it to him, and he loved it.
That evening, his aunt called me. He hadn't stopped talking about it since he saw it, and asked, if he could stay with me...
2. "This is the best car ever made!"
Did a little road trip with a friend. We drove to Capitola for a late lunch, and stopped in downtown Santa Cruz for a coffee and bathroom break before heading back. As we return to the car, two gentlemen in their late 50ies run around the car and check it out. I hear one of them say: "This is a Porsh 928 - BEST car ever made!"
Had a nice conversation with them. This was their childhood dream, as much as it had been mine.
1. "You must be rich!"
I was outside washing my car. An 11-year-old boy from Kansas, who visited his aunt in my neighborhood, came-by on his roller shoes. He checked out my car and remarked: "That's a pretty old fashioned car you have there." I told him that I had it for a while and liked it.
A few days later, I had the garage door open and the car was in the garage. He rolled-by and stopped. "Whoa - you got a Porsh - You must be rich!".
Another few days later I was outside and had my front door open. Kit rolled-by again and saw the inside (very modern - much different from any of the homes in the neighborhood). He was curious and politely asked, if he could see the inside of my home, as he had never seen anything like it. I showed it to him, and he loved it.
That evening, his aunt called me. He hadn't stopped talking about it since he saw it, and asked, if he could stay with me...
2. "This is the best car ever made!"
Did a little road trip with a friend. We drove to Capitola for a late lunch, and stopped in downtown Santa Cruz for a coffee and bathroom break before heading back. As we return to the car, two gentlemen in their late 50ies run around the car and check it out. I hear one of them say: "This is a Porsh 928 - BEST car ever made!"
Had a nice conversation with them. This was their childhood dream, as much as it had been mine.
05-06-2018, 01:13 AM
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I can't claim this as a personal story. Thought about where to post this, and this thread was at the top of the forum!
I saw this post while searching nationwide for a part. I saved the text and picture.
https://newlondon.craigslist.org/pts...575710108.html
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FORCE
We all want it, few of us have it, and even fewer of us actually need it. But instead of getting all worked up with the complexities of aerogodammics, why don't we just cave into to our basic instincts? We want a big-*** wing, and we want it now...and despite our inability to justify it in a logical fashion there are reasons...damn important reasons, that we must have it. Fortunately for me, I do have it...and fortunately for you I want rid of it.
At first I wanted to keep my reasons for selling this wing between me and the wing, but I have decided to share my iterative process for letting this one go (read on) Suffice it to say for now that I can maintain sufficient downforce without this particular wing in my current wing arsenal. Now that that's out there we can get on with why you might need this particular wing.
First and foremost for most of you is the realization that you're currently being schooled in wing presence by your peers. Your best friend's Sentra already has a wing going over the top of the roof line, and that Merkur xr4TI you keep seeing on the side of the road throughout town is sporting the rarely seen double wing (and, being from the factory makes it a double burn on your lame wing or, god forbid, non-wing status) It is safe to say if you're reading this ad you probably have wing envy... and those of us with great wings are quite accustomed to this sort of phenomenon. I will say that for us it is a comfortable balance between embarrassment (for you) and a smug indifference to the superiority of our wings. Try not to be hurt or offended by this I'm just sayin how it is once you have sufficient downforce.
Another reason for you to have this particular wing is it enables you to break out of the wing size/ height competition that has run amok. Let's face it, if you're going for wing height the true wingnuts have already exceeded reasonably functional or aesthetic heights to the point of avoiding low bridges. The height war is over, forget it, but there is room for creativity in the retro wing scene....old skool.. The genre so named for older stuff liked by people who can't spell.... this iz ware you want too bee.
So the thing about old skool is that any wing technology from the last 30 years is of no use, and this wing fits the bill perfectly:
NOT ENCUMBERED BY LIGHTWEIGHT MATERIALS: Layer upon layer of fiberglass mat and resin, in fact the weight may actually slow down your car to the point where any actual downforce may be moot.
NOT ENCUMBERED BY ANY ACTUAL AEROGAWDAMIC DESIGN PRINCIPLES: Old skool guys know that the massive ignorance of basic aeroGawdammicks allow for the mere appearance of downforce to be mistaken by the casual observer to provide actual downforce. Unfortunately this phenomenon appears in many other aspects of our society.
STYLE: Think oldsmobile alero meets miami vice.
This wing came to me recently attached to a true Cocaine Cowboy era vessel straight out of South Florida from the 1980s. The black Porsche 928 pictured was harvested for its vital organs that have actual value while its body, festooned with multiple layers of fiberglass that would make any Porsche enthusiast cringe, was put down in a humane manner much like a beloved German Shepherd that had passed his final days for any quality of life. (well, actually we crushed it till the glass exploded) Even in the car's final moments, this wing stood up there tall (but not too tall) and proud.. Holding its unwavering and dignified aerogawdammick expression almost in defiance of what was happening to the rest of the car. It had a profound effect on me long enough for me to put down the sawzall and carefully remove the six attachment bolts (included with wing) and give this wing another shot at downforce.
Speaking of attachments, the fiberglass stands for the wing are so stout that they can be trimmed to accommodate different wing angles on your application. Consult NASA's Beginners Guide to Aerogoddammics.
I really tried to fit this wing into my downforce arsenal... I already enjoy a number of downforce executions from classic to hydraulic high-tech. The problem is I already have a vintage fiberglass wing that provides theoretical downforce, so I just don't need two that fit this category. After considerable hand wringing I reluctantly chose to vote this Cocaine Cowboy / Oldsmobile Alero wing off of the island.
The business end of this particular wing offer:
For sale - This black Fiberglass wing off of the Black 928 pictured. The pics of the black wing off of a car are of the actual wing offered here.
No other wings or cars shown or junk pictured in the background are available for sale
Wing price - $60
Offers are welcomed in accordance with these Instructions for making offers on the wing:
Offers can be made IN PERSON after viewing the wing and must be accompanied by CASH IN HAND equal to the amount of the offer.
Offers made via email will be ignored, and your chances of getting the wing will be eliminated..forever. Just stop and think about that for a minute.
A viable plan for executing the wing on your car, while not a requirement, goes a long way towards a discount!
Additional discounts available if you show up with the car the wing is intended for, and briefly demonstrate your intended wing execution strategy. If you have the right enthusiasm and a certain gleam in your eye you will surely become the new owner of this wing.
LEAVE A PHONE NUMBER in your reply, I will call you. I will not text about the wing, or anything else for that matter. It is obvious to many of us that talking is more efficient than texting. If a brief phone conversation with a stranger scares you....well, no wing for you. ANY REPLY WITHOUT A PHONE NUMBER WILL BE IGNORED.
If you think I'm harvesting phone numbers for some nefarious purpose..think again. If I were doing that it is possible that I ***may*** reach out to another segment of society that may not include those interested in theoretical downforce...just sayin.
I saw this post while searching nationwide for a part. I saved the text and picture.
https://newlondon.craigslist.org/pts...575710108.html
Originally Posted by craigslist
D
O
W
N
FORCE
We all want it, few of us have it, and even fewer of us actually need it. But instead of getting all worked up with the complexities of aerogodammics, why don't we just cave into to our basic instincts? We want a big-*** wing, and we want it now...and despite our inability to justify it in a logical fashion there are reasons...damn important reasons, that we must have it. Fortunately for me, I do have it...and fortunately for you I want rid of it.
At first I wanted to keep my reasons for selling this wing between me and the wing, but I have decided to share my iterative process for letting this one go (read on) Suffice it to say for now that I can maintain sufficient downforce without this particular wing in my current wing arsenal. Now that that's out there we can get on with why you might need this particular wing.
First and foremost for most of you is the realization that you're currently being schooled in wing presence by your peers. Your best friend's Sentra already has a wing going over the top of the roof line, and that Merkur xr4TI you keep seeing on the side of the road throughout town is sporting the rarely seen double wing (and, being from the factory makes it a double burn on your lame wing or, god forbid, non-wing status) It is safe to say if you're reading this ad you probably have wing envy... and those of us with great wings are quite accustomed to this sort of phenomenon. I will say that for us it is a comfortable balance between embarrassment (for you) and a smug indifference to the superiority of our wings. Try not to be hurt or offended by this I'm just sayin how it is once you have sufficient downforce.
Another reason for you to have this particular wing is it enables you to break out of the wing size/ height competition that has run amok. Let's face it, if you're going for wing height the true wingnuts have already exceeded reasonably functional or aesthetic heights to the point of avoiding low bridges. The height war is over, forget it, but there is room for creativity in the retro wing scene....old skool.. The genre so named for older stuff liked by people who can't spell.... this iz ware you want too bee.
So the thing about old skool is that any wing technology from the last 30 years is of no use, and this wing fits the bill perfectly:
NOT ENCUMBERED BY LIGHTWEIGHT MATERIALS: Layer upon layer of fiberglass mat and resin, in fact the weight may actually slow down your car to the point where any actual downforce may be moot.
NOT ENCUMBERED BY ANY ACTUAL AEROGAWDAMIC DESIGN PRINCIPLES: Old skool guys know that the massive ignorance of basic aeroGawdammicks allow for the mere appearance of downforce to be mistaken by the casual observer to provide actual downforce. Unfortunately this phenomenon appears in many other aspects of our society.
STYLE: Think oldsmobile alero meets miami vice.
This wing came to me recently attached to a true Cocaine Cowboy era vessel straight out of South Florida from the 1980s. The black Porsche 928 pictured was harvested for its vital organs that have actual value while its body, festooned with multiple layers of fiberglass that would make any Porsche enthusiast cringe, was put down in a humane manner much like a beloved German Shepherd that had passed his final days for any quality of life. (well, actually we crushed it till the glass exploded) Even in the car's final moments, this wing stood up there tall (but not too tall) and proud.. Holding its unwavering and dignified aerogawdammick expression almost in defiance of what was happening to the rest of the car. It had a profound effect on me long enough for me to put down the sawzall and carefully remove the six attachment bolts (included with wing) and give this wing another shot at downforce.
Speaking of attachments, the fiberglass stands for the wing are so stout that they can be trimmed to accommodate different wing angles on your application. Consult NASA's Beginners Guide to Aerogoddammics.
I really tried to fit this wing into my downforce arsenal... I already enjoy a number of downforce executions from classic to hydraulic high-tech. The problem is I already have a vintage fiberglass wing that provides theoretical downforce, so I just don't need two that fit this category. After considerable hand wringing I reluctantly chose to vote this Cocaine Cowboy / Oldsmobile Alero wing off of the island.
The business end of this particular wing offer:
For sale - This black Fiberglass wing off of the Black 928 pictured. The pics of the black wing off of a car are of the actual wing offered here.
No other wings or cars shown or junk pictured in the background are available for sale
Wing price - $60
Offers are welcomed in accordance with these Instructions for making offers on the wing:
Offers can be made IN PERSON after viewing the wing and must be accompanied by CASH IN HAND equal to the amount of the offer.
Offers made via email will be ignored, and your chances of getting the wing will be eliminated..forever. Just stop and think about that for a minute.
A viable plan for executing the wing on your car, while not a requirement, goes a long way towards a discount!
Additional discounts available if you show up with the car the wing is intended for, and briefly demonstrate your intended wing execution strategy. If you have the right enthusiasm and a certain gleam in your eye you will surely become the new owner of this wing.
LEAVE A PHONE NUMBER in your reply, I will call you. I will not text about the wing, or anything else for that matter. It is obvious to many of us that talking is more efficient than texting. If a brief phone conversation with a stranger scares you....well, no wing for you. ANY REPLY WITHOUT A PHONE NUMBER WILL BE IGNORED.
If you think I'm harvesting phone numbers for some nefarious purpose..think again. If I were doing that it is possible that I ***may*** reach out to another segment of society that may not include those interested in theoretical downforce...just sayin.
05-06-2018, 11:32 AM
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Conversation with a vette owner at a gas station. He comments on my 928 how new it looked and specifically walks around the front and comments on how cool it looks. I walk over to the vette & look around the back of the car and walk back over to my 928... He tells me you didn't look at the front & that is the best part. I told him I wondered about the back.... and I was familiar with the front as I often saw it in my rear view mirror. He look crushed when it dawned on him what I had said.
05-07-2018, 10:33 AM
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Had just replaced my supercharger pulley and was driving the Spyder to the local Cars & Coffee with my son. We hit the onramp to a State Highway, which was the first long straight opening we'd had wanted to watch the boost gauge under full throttle acceleration to see if the needle reflected any slippage of the belt - well that's not the best idea because once you're done with that test and look up to find a blue and white lights coming up behind you, it kind of stinks. I took it as an opportunity to teach my son how to handle a traffic stop, so first we slowed down so the office knew we weren't trying to run and turned on the blinker so he'd know we were looking for a safe place to pull over. That road didn't have a shoulder and had tall grass on the side, so not wanting to start a fire under the car from the hot exhaust, it probably took us a 1/2 mile until we got to the driveway of a closed business where we could pull off into a safe area for us and the officer who would be getting in and out of his car.
Windows down (so can't see the tint), car turned off, hands on the steering wheel in plain sight...
Windows down (so can't see the tint), car turned off, hands on the steering wheel in plain sight...
- Him - Do you know why I stopped you?
- Me - I have a guess?
- Him - Didn't you see me up there on the side of the road?
- Me - I proceed to tell him about the problem with the supercharger pulley and that this was the first chance I could test it for any slippage, etc and that while I was looking at the road in front of me, I was more focused on the boost gauge which is down in the ashtray area
- Him - I started clocking you when you hit 50, and at 90 decided I better pull out if I was going to have a shot at catching you.
- Me - Sorry about that
- Him - license, registration, & proof of insurance
- Me - OK, registration and insurance are in this door pocket over here and my license is in my wallet - OK if I get those? This was more for my son as part of the lesson because after our exchange and him seeing I had my 10 year old son with me and didn't look like much of a flight risk, he was already relaxed.
- Him - returns to his car for a few minutes then returns. I wrote you up at 64 (speed limit was 55). Here's the court date, location, yada yada. Is this car really a 1979?
- Me - yes
- Him - wow, very nice. Try to slow down a little, though I can see that might be difficult.
- Me - yes sir. Thank you. Ticket had an 79 circled near the 64 speed at which it was written. I assume this is so that if I were to try and contest it, the Judge can see what the "actual" speed was and that the officer gave me a break. I'm assuming he picked 79 because more than 24 over in SC is also reckless driving.
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05-08-2018, 01:56 AM
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A funny thing happened on the way home tonight, I'm the only car at a red light, two Harleys pull up beside me, and a jap bike behind me, thinking to myself to advert a possible car jacking, and have fun at the same time, green means GO!, them sumbitches looked like rags tied to the handle bars trying to get ahead of me. Good thing I let them go, cause a mile later, as I made my turn to home, a silhouette of a State Trooper passed in my rear view.
05-14-2018, 05:43 PM
#14
Two 928 stories:
I had an 86.5 that had some mods up to ~400hp. The car went well. When I first moved down to Dallas I used to run up to KC pretty often on I-35. I was well equipped to speed. I always had well balanced Z rated tires, the latest V1, and a scanner programmed with every relevant frequency between Dallas and KC. I typically traveled up on Thursday or Friday evenings and back on Sundays. My record (the 500 miles between Denton and OP KS) was just at 5 hours including 2 fuel stops. Gas mileage was horrible at these speeds. I didn't outright blast it the whole time but if there was room and not traffic, 120-140 felt fine. As I approached cars, I would slow down to less than 100 and pass peacefully.
One night I was going along at about 120 and I saw some blue lights in the rear view mirror but pretty far behind - these are wide open flat roads and it could have been 2 miles or more. Without hitting the brakes, I coasted down to the speed limit, unplugged and hid the V1 in the glovebox, turned off the scanner and put it behind the backseat on the floor. Yes - he was coming for me. I pulled over politely and put my window down and hands on the steering wheel fingers splayed. They always appreciate this.
The OK state hiway patrolman came up to the car very authoritative - "We've been getting calls about you for about a month now..... ( a long pause) We know you're speeding, you know you're speeding and we just want you to slow it down a little bit."
I apologized and said I would watch it closer and that was it. He walked away, no ticket. Didn't even ask for papers.
Some other time I was coming back on a Monday afternoon, heading south in about the same area where they pulled over Tim McVeigh, I was coming up on a primer grey late 60s Chevelle. In the car were two hayseeds with the sleeves cut off of their sweatshirts and typical Skoal or Marlboro truckers caps on. They were going about 120 and I slowed to pass them at about 125ish. They took this as a sign to have a race so they sped up to 130 then 135. I smirked and laughed to myself - they have no idea...
As simple as just putting my foot down, the 928 pulled away effortlessly, 140 -150, the mirror shakes a bit at these speeds but your eyes and head kind of have a type of VR that fix that. In no time at all they were 1/4 to 1/3 mile behind me.
In the rear view mirror all of a sudden I see a large cloud of smoke erupt behind the Chevelle and their car jerks heavily to the right, corrects itself and then pulls off gently all the way on to the right shoulder.
I didn't want to go back and check but was certain they blew the motor. I just kept on going. I was nervous going through that area until I sold the car. I saw Deliverance as a child and lesson learned - banjos and hillbillies are to be avoided.
I had an 86.5 that had some mods up to ~400hp. The car went well. When I first moved down to Dallas I used to run up to KC pretty often on I-35. I was well equipped to speed. I always had well balanced Z rated tires, the latest V1, and a scanner programmed with every relevant frequency between Dallas and KC. I typically traveled up on Thursday or Friday evenings and back on Sundays. My record (the 500 miles between Denton and OP KS) was just at 5 hours including 2 fuel stops. Gas mileage was horrible at these speeds. I didn't outright blast it the whole time but if there was room and not traffic, 120-140 felt fine. As I approached cars, I would slow down to less than 100 and pass peacefully.
One night I was going along at about 120 and I saw some blue lights in the rear view mirror but pretty far behind - these are wide open flat roads and it could have been 2 miles or more. Without hitting the brakes, I coasted down to the speed limit, unplugged and hid the V1 in the glovebox, turned off the scanner and put it behind the backseat on the floor. Yes - he was coming for me. I pulled over politely and put my window down and hands on the steering wheel fingers splayed. They always appreciate this.
The OK state hiway patrolman came up to the car very authoritative - "We've been getting calls about you for about a month now..... ( a long pause) We know you're speeding, you know you're speeding and we just want you to slow it down a little bit."
I apologized and said I would watch it closer and that was it. He walked away, no ticket. Didn't even ask for papers.
Some other time I was coming back on a Monday afternoon, heading south in about the same area where they pulled over Tim McVeigh, I was coming up on a primer grey late 60s Chevelle. In the car were two hayseeds with the sleeves cut off of their sweatshirts and typical Skoal or Marlboro truckers caps on. They were going about 120 and I slowed to pass them at about 125ish. They took this as a sign to have a race so they sped up to 130 then 135. I smirked and laughed to myself - they have no idea...
As simple as just putting my foot down, the 928 pulled away effortlessly, 140 -150, the mirror shakes a bit at these speeds but your eyes and head kind of have a type of VR that fix that. In no time at all they were 1/4 to 1/3 mile behind me.
In the rear view mirror all of a sudden I see a large cloud of smoke erupt behind the Chevelle and their car jerks heavily to the right, corrects itself and then pulls off gently all the way on to the right shoulder.
I didn't want to go back and check but was certain they blew the motor. I just kept on going. I was nervous going through that area until I sold the car. I saw Deliverance as a child and lesson learned - banjos and hillbillies are to be avoided.
05-14-2018, 07:31 PM
#15
Back about 3 years ago I was making the trip to Wichita from Denton twice a week to care for my father and my record was 2 hours 40 minutes. I swear to God though, I ruined a set of wheels 2x over on those Oklahoma roads. One afternoon on the way back home I came up on an old Caprice, the ones that used to be cop cars, at about 130 or so and well, this was was still a cop car. He hit his lights and cruised up to my bumper as I was pulling over for him. Just happened to be an exit there and as I came to a stop he went on by and hooked a right. Guess he needed to get home too.
One day on the way up to Wichita, I was not hauling *** but going around 90 and came up on a Tahoe, blacked out windows so slowed down behind him, he hit the lights quickly but turned them off. That was a slow 20 mile cruise until he left the highway.
I dislike Oklahoma but the cops seem cool, the drivers.........left lane hogs.
One day on the way up to Wichita, I was not hauling *** but going around 90 and came up on a Tahoe, blacked out windows so slowed down behind him, he hit the lights quickly but turned them off. That was a slow 20 mile cruise until he left the highway.
I dislike Oklahoma but the cops seem cool, the drivers.........left lane hogs.
Two 928 stories:
I had an 86.5 that had some mods up to ~400hp. The car went well. When I first moved down to Dallas I used to run up to KC pretty often on I-35. I was well equipped to speed. I always had well balanced Z rated tires, the latest V1, and a scanner programmed with every relevant frequency between Dallas and KC. I typically traveled up on Thursday or Friday evenings and back on Sundays. My record (the 500 miles between Denton and OP KS) was just at 5 hours including 2 fuel stops. Gas mileage was horrible at these speeds. I didn't outright blast it the whole time but if there was room and not traffic, 120-140 felt fine. As I approached cars, I would slow down to less than 100 and pass peacefully.
One night I was going along at about 120 and I saw some blue lights in the rear view mirror but pretty far behind - these are wide open flat roads and it could have been 2 miles or more. Without hitting the brakes, I coasted down to the speed limit, unplugged and hid the V1 in the glovebox, turned off the scanner and put it behind the backseat on the floor. Yes - he was coming for me. I pulled over politely and put my window down and hands on the steering wheel fingers splayed. They always appreciate this.
The OK state hiway patrolman came up to the car very authoritative - "We've been getting calls about you for about a month now..... ( a long pause) We know you're speeding, you know you're speeding and we just want you to slow it down a little bit."
I apologized and said I would watch it closer and that was it. He walked away, no ticket. Didn't even ask for papers.
Some other time I was coming back on a Monday afternoon, heading south in about the same area where they pulled over Tim McVeigh, I was coming up on a primer grey late 60s Chevelle. In the car were two hayseeds with the sleeves cut off of their sweatshirts and typical Skoal or Marlboro truckers caps on. They were going about 120 and I slowed to pass them at about 125ish. They took this as a sign to have a race so they sped up to 130 then 135. I smirked and laughed to myself - they have no idea...
As simple as just putting my foot down, the 928 pulled away effortlessly, 140 -150, the mirror shakes a bit at these speeds but your eyes and head kind of have a type of VR that fix that. In no time at all they were 1/4 to 1/3 mile behind me.
In the rear view mirror all of a sudden I see a large cloud of smoke erupt behind the Chevelle and their car jerks heavily to the right, corrects itself and then pulls off gently all the way on to the right shoulder.
I didn't want to go back and check but was certain they blew the motor. I just kept on going. I was nervous going through that area until I sold the car. I saw Deliverance as a child and lesson learned - banjos and hillbillies are to be avoided.
I had an 86.5 that had some mods up to ~400hp. The car went well. When I first moved down to Dallas I used to run up to KC pretty often on I-35. I was well equipped to speed. I always had well balanced Z rated tires, the latest V1, and a scanner programmed with every relevant frequency between Dallas and KC. I typically traveled up on Thursday or Friday evenings and back on Sundays. My record (the 500 miles between Denton and OP KS) was just at 5 hours including 2 fuel stops. Gas mileage was horrible at these speeds. I didn't outright blast it the whole time but if there was room and not traffic, 120-140 felt fine. As I approached cars, I would slow down to less than 100 and pass peacefully.
One night I was going along at about 120 and I saw some blue lights in the rear view mirror but pretty far behind - these are wide open flat roads and it could have been 2 miles or more. Without hitting the brakes, I coasted down to the speed limit, unplugged and hid the V1 in the glovebox, turned off the scanner and put it behind the backseat on the floor. Yes - he was coming for me. I pulled over politely and put my window down and hands on the steering wheel fingers splayed. They always appreciate this.
The OK state hiway patrolman came up to the car very authoritative - "We've been getting calls about you for about a month now..... ( a long pause) We know you're speeding, you know you're speeding and we just want you to slow it down a little bit."
I apologized and said I would watch it closer and that was it. He walked away, no ticket. Didn't even ask for papers.
Some other time I was coming back on a Monday afternoon, heading south in about the same area where they pulled over Tim McVeigh, I was coming up on a primer grey late 60s Chevelle. In the car were two hayseeds with the sleeves cut off of their sweatshirts and typical Skoal or Marlboro truckers caps on. They were going about 120 and I slowed to pass them at about 125ish. They took this as a sign to have a race so they sped up to 130 then 135. I smirked and laughed to myself - they have no idea...
As simple as just putting my foot down, the 928 pulled away effortlessly, 140 -150, the mirror shakes a bit at these speeds but your eyes and head kind of have a type of VR that fix that. In no time at all they were 1/4 to 1/3 mile behind me.
In the rear view mirror all of a sudden I see a large cloud of smoke erupt behind the Chevelle and their car jerks heavily to the right, corrects itself and then pulls off gently all the way on to the right shoulder.
I didn't want to go back and check but was certain they blew the motor. I just kept on going. I was nervous going through that area until I sold the car. I saw Deliverance as a child and lesson learned - banjos and hillbillies are to be avoided.