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I’ve been trolling pretty hard for a while now, always on Classifieds and CraigsList looking at BMW’s. The E9s, E12s, E21s, E28s, E34s. I am incredibly picky, and none of them really clicked, or were anything I couldn’t live without. As all My buddies got their cars; Dan’s E36, Marco’s E30s, Danny’s s52 E30, Leo’s 240s/slammed accord wagon, and Troy’s WRX, my anticipation grew, and I had to have something. Marco hooked me up with a job, and I put in my hours stocking groceries at the commissary. I made half minimum wage, and it was probably illegal, but I saved damn near every penny I earned waiting on “the car”.
I jumped at a few, but none of them really had that special thing. That fender curve, that smell, the right bumper, or the right color combo. Like a girl with DD’s and a hollow brain. They just didn’t have it. So I waited, admired the cars of my homies, and watched from the sidelines.
She had always been there. Since I was in the 2nd grade, skateboarding out front of Dan’s, or swimming in Marco’s backyard. Not 100 feet away sat the love of my life, tucked away under a few blankets, a few inches of dust and cat prints, and behind Quads and Motorcycles. She was there all along. Just waiting.
Not many people probably have a relationship with the PO, but I gotta say something about this man. I grew up around Eric, he took us dirt bike riding, camping, taught me how to weld, cut sheet metal, took me out to sushi. Not my dad, just a bachelor who saw something in the kids who threw a football in front of his house. I gained his trust and respect over the many years I knew him.
People had offered him money for the car, but he declined. It just wasn’t right. Being a middle aged man with no family, his toys were his babies. He cried a bit the day he sold it to me. But I’m just a few blocks away and I told him I’d drive it over as soon as I got it running.
I spent a good week or so at his house, cleaning the car, studying the Porsche books, admiring it. Never thinking I would actually own this car one day. But I told him I would buy it, and I paid him cash money my hard earned dollars. I had my buds help me pushed it home, a few miles or so and got to work.
• New battery
• Battery holder
• New terminals
• New ground
• Fuel pump
• Fuel pump bushings
• Fuel pump terminal booties
• Brackets
• Miscellaneous nuts and bolts
• Removed haggard aftermarket security system.
• Fuses
• Assorted lines
• Manuals
• Cleaned wiring
• Decklid struts
• Antenna removal
• Skid plate
And as of now she runs. She is burning oil. But she runs. After 12 years of sitting, she lives.
Thanks to everyone who has helped me before and in the ftuture. I appreciate it.
Yes, I'm a 17 year old with a Porsche. I'm probably going to get some hatte, but I have to start my build somewhere, so here it goes. I pour my heart and soul into what i do. I hope you enjoy it.
I appreciate the love and the hatte. It's the internet. lemme know what you're thinking.
• 1977 Porsche 911s, 5speed
• '81 super carerra engine. 3.0 liter flat 6 (Air-cooled)
• Beautiful original interior with Recaros. Momo steering wheel upgrade, and a short shift kit
• 964 type turbo body style. Wide fenders, Fiberglass bumpers and turbo tail.
• Borbet Type A Wheels 16x7.5 up front 16x9 out the rear.
Thank you.
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I jumped at a few, but none of them really had that special thing. That fender curve, that smell, the right bumper, or the right color combo. Like a girl with DD’s and a hollow brain. They just didn’t have it. So I waited, admired the cars of my homies, and watched from the sidelines.
She had always been there. Since I was in the 2nd grade, skateboarding out front of Dan’s, or swimming in Marco’s backyard. Not 100 feet away sat the love of my life, tucked away under a few blankets, a few inches of dust and cat prints, and behind Quads and Motorcycles. She was there all along. Just waiting.
Not many people probably have a relationship with the PO, but I gotta say something about this man. I grew up around Eric, he took us dirt bike riding, camping, taught me how to weld, cut sheet metal, took me out to sushi. Not my dad, just a bachelor who saw something in the kids who threw a football in front of his house. I gained his trust and respect over the many years I knew him.
People had offered him money for the car, but he declined. It just wasn’t right. Being a middle aged man with no family, his toys were his babies. He cried a bit the day he sold it to me. But I’m just a few blocks away and I told him I’d drive it over as soon as I got it running.
I spent a good week or so at his house, cleaning the car, studying the Porsche books, admiring it. Never thinking I would actually own this car one day. But I told him I would buy it, and I paid him cash money my hard earned dollars. I had my buds help me pushed it home, a few miles or so and got to work.
• New battery
• Battery holder
• New terminals
• New ground
• Fuel pump
• Fuel pump bushings
• Fuel pump terminal booties
• Brackets
• Miscellaneous nuts and bolts
• Removed haggard aftermarket security system.
• Fuses
• Assorted lines
• Manuals
• Cleaned wiring
• Decklid struts
• Antenna removal
• Skid plate
And as of now she runs. She is burning oil. But she runs. After 12 years of sitting, she lives.
Thanks to everyone who has helped me before and in the ftuture. I appreciate it.
Yes, I'm a 17 year old with a Porsche. I'm probably going to get some hatte, but I have to start my build somewhere, so here it goes. I pour my heart and soul into what i do. I hope you enjoy it.
I appreciate the love and the hatte. It's the internet. lemme know what you're thinking.
• 1977 Porsche 911s, 5speed
• '81 super carerra engine. 3.0 liter flat 6 (Air-cooled)
• Beautiful original interior with Recaros. Momo steering wheel upgrade, and a short shift kit
• 964 type turbo body style. Wide fenders, Fiberglass bumpers and turbo tail.
• Borbet Type A Wheels 16x7.5 up front 16x9 out the rear.
Thank you.
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