So, after many many many long months of waiting, anticipating, agonizing over choices and options, and then second guessing all those choices after reading what everyone else is doing and why I should be doing it too, Monday morning I got The Call. Original delivery was September 21, moved up during the last month or so to September 15, but then the Euphrates Highway left Emden and with a mighty tailwind, arrived in Halifax and then Davisville a day early, last Monday, August 13. Where it sat, for a whole week.

I imagine the Port of Davisville to resemble a dystopian prison, with giant robots with laser-beam eyes, dripping with years of caked on sea crud, patrolling the wharf, while workers all wearing the same dirty coveralls, move from area to area on painted pathways surrounded by chain link cages. Feral dogs bark at them incessantly through the fences. I can see a worker, a young girl, covered in filth, drop a shockingly red apple and watch it roll just inches under the fence. As she kneels down to pick it, her face is caught in the light, pretty, she slips her hand under the fence, fingers outstretched to reclaim her prized possession. From the darkness, a robot’s blade appears, neatly separating her hand from her arm, as the sound of dogs barking echo into the night air. Somewhere in the distance, a baby cries. Of course, on the other side of the fence are also the pristine buildings, where row upon row upon row of immaculately clean cars, under harsh white lights, sit ambivalent and unaware of their surroundings. As the camera pulls back, like the final scene from the first Indiana Jones movie, we can see the warehouse is huge beyond description, as they walk the Ark of the Covenant, and my (and your) GT3, down the aisle....

But I digress. Arriving now several weeks early, can’t say enough about the Monmouth Porsche guys helping me through this process. First 50 miles were perfect. The noises from the car, lots of barks and snaps and pops and clanking, are amazingly gratifying. Frankly, coming out of a 2013 991 C2S, this car actually reminded me how capable my 2013 was. I think many of us driving (or pining for) the latest and greatest specialty car, forget how good the “regular” versions are. But then, yes, this one is turned up to 11 (or 12). In the immortal words of Nigel Tufnel, this one goes “up to 11” (that’s 1 louder). Can’t wait to spend more time in it. Guards red, pdk, lwb, lift, big tank, steel brakes, basic build, and at msrp. Got a reasonable offer on my trade too.

a few other random comments and questions for anyone who makes it this far:

ppf next week at Leeberbs, bbi harness bar and 6 points after that, and then hopefully njmp in October with nnjr, if I can get permission from “the boss” to go. More pics to come. Thanks for everyone’s help and support getting through this first world process.