You mean to tell me I've got the ONLY Porsche on The High Road?
Not to worry, it won't go to my head.
1.) It's got a WATER-COOLED 4.5-litre OHC all-aluminum modular V-8, (20 years 'afore that Ford unit.) therefore REAL Porsche snobs sneer at it for it is
NOT a 911.
2.) Hit's BEAT. Tired. Rode hard and put away wet. The dash looks like moldy beef jerky. (Straight sheetmetal, runs like a champ. 140+ mph.)
3.) Sometimes I use it as a truck. (Cute girl accused me of embarrassing it by hauling lumber in it. What can I say, it's a hatchback. Lumber FITS.)
4.) Some idiotic scungewad STOLE the durn thing.
That'll learn ya some humility.
(Idiotic means refer to #2. Since recovered, see sig.
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It is
Der UberWagen, (Cute girl named it.) a 1982 Porsche 928, in Lovely 'Miami Vice' Cocaine White! 150K miles, gone up a curb sometime in it's life, needs the radiator and every little rubber thing under the hood replaced, the interior is mostly destroyed, drips oil but doesn't burn it, goes like ganbusters, the Kenwood works, and as my Camaro-owning friend put it: "That thing winds up like a jet engine!"
Cost to drive it home? (Before tires and a front suspension refurb.) $2100. For a tatty-but-functional luxury GT coupe that ran $43,000 new in '82. God was smiling on me that day. ( Of course, shortly afterwards I lost my job. But I had a really cool car!)
928's are severely undervalued, as they lack the 911's snob appeal. Naetheless, they are pure-bred Porsche from the ground up, (No shared components with those 'VW' thingies, unlike the REST of the water-cooled line, and those '914' shoeboxes.) and you could procure an as-newish 300-HP specimen for 10 grand or a bit less. (Unlike a 911, which'll set you back $20,000 starting, easy. Snobs.)
I would avoid test-driving one, however. They're good at instantly ruining any American car you might drive afterwards. Truly amazing machines, like nothing else.
Now in an effort to puncture my swollen head and vent a little hot air, and to help maintain relevant topic-atude, I'll mention that the wheels I acquired whilst my fin ottomobooble resided in Stolenville consisted of a Rock-Solid 1977 GMC Sierra Classic 1500 Pick-Up Truck what's got a Small Block with 283,000 miles, a lumber rack, a job-box, and a
3-rifle gun rack behind the seat that has even managed to tote rifles to the range here in the Occupied Territory. (Shhh. Don't tell the gun-gwabbuhs.
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Except, Gosh-Durn-It-All! Just lately the engine siezed up solid on the freakin' freeway at 65 mph outta nowhere! Quiet as could be, and then THUD! Ze engine she no spinnee! And it had oil pressure and coolant, so don't start in on me.
Anyone gotta spare Chevy small-block fer sale in the Bay Area, cheap?