The car that keeps amazing me.
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I really miss having the 986 on days when work has been brutal. It sounds cheesey, but getting in the cab, firing it up, and retracting the top was very often cathartic...the worries of the day were blown away during the drive home.
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My brother and I did this in high school in my Dad's GTO convertible. Great excuse to get cozy under a blanket with the girls we'd give rides to school with.
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That is AWESOME!
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#24
That GTO is beautiful. And cool that it was your dad's. How long's it been in the family? Coincidentally (and not to thread hijack), I just finished fixing up my '74 Charger, which I then sold to buy the 996.
I'm also very much with the "top down whatever the weather" school of thought. My wife's "fun car" is an old Saab convertible which almost never has the roof up, even in the winter.
I'm also very much with the "top down whatever the weather" school of thought. My wife's "fun car" is an old Saab convertible which almost never has the roof up, even in the winter.
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Anyway, sorry for the detour. Beauty of a 996 John.
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Theoretically.
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A buck says the fifty-four-year-old non-date Rolex Oyster Perpetual from the Caracas store of Serpico Y Laino is still safely ensconced in the Sherman Oaks vaults of Ireland and Co...quite possibly wrapped in a wrinkled oxford cloth button down collar shirt and tucked into a worn out Converse sneaker for safekeeping (most likely the left one, since the right one has a little-toe-sized hole in the canvas).
Theoretically.
Theoretically.
Today was so nice I couldn't stay in the house. Dropped the top and cruised through the back roads and canyons of the Hollywood Hills. Some of the views were wonderful, and the tiptronic was the perfect match for the dream like pace I was driving. I ended up at a home in Beverly Hills the owners bought in the early mid 1950s. I heard it was still in the family and so I knocked on the door...no answer. I left my card in the door and drove home. This evening the 92 year old woman, mother of the kids I played with, gave me a call. We'll meet for drinks next week.
The car ran beautifully. Even without my hearing aids the motor was always there keeping me company. Time to go downstairs to the garage and put the cover on it.