There are
two schools, when it comes to old men in old Porsches. One school clings to the
dogma of conservatism. They believe that what was will always be better than
what is. Mary Pickford equals good; Natalie Portman equals bad. So accordingly
a proper Porsche 911 should be as pristine and original as the day it rolled
off the factory floor and as immaculate as the Virgin Mary as a foetus.
Then
there’s the other school. They believe in this thing called “fun”. So they do
that Porsche owners have done throughout the years: They rebuild and modify
their rides to make them go faster around corners and look better doing it.
I am not
blind. I can recognize the beauty of an original 911 from the late sixties.
With its narrow body and elegant lines it is a true classic car. One, which you
need to drive with a bit of reverence.
But I am
looking for something different. Because, let’s face it, a mid-70’s 911 with a
2.7 engine and huge US safety bumpers is probably the most boring of the lot.
So I might as well forget about being part of the beauty pageant and go for my
own style instead.
The
previous owners have done their part already. When I bought the car it had the
wide fenders and the front spoilers of a Super Carrera. So from here on it’s
just a question of picking up where others have left off. With enough time and
money I might one day end up with something like this:
A hot rod from California. 3.4 liter, compression 10:3.1,
dual spark plugs, GE-60 camshafts. Elephant
and Tarett racing
suspension. 225 and
235 R888's on 15 "7's
and 8's. Lexan
windows. Combat weight
973 kg., with 278 hp at the rear axle.
