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So, the st?ory begins like this. I was riding my bike one day at the age of 14. A local car dealership had a beautiful gray 944S on the lot. I immediatly fell in love with the car's classic shape. But alas, this car and I were not meant to be. Someone else had bought the S. I started talking to my father about getting a Porsche. He had always owned domestic vehicles and knew nothing about these cars. He said in a laughing manner, "Sure, if you can find a Porsche for under $1000 you can get it." A week later, much to his surprise I discovered a 944 behind the same dealership that had the S. I won't lie, this car was discusting. I didn't care back then, I was still eager to sit in the nasty interior. I enjoyed sitting in it imagining owning the car while my brother refused to sit in it. We bargained down the price a little with the owner of the dealership and the car became mine. This is the day the car was purchased. She didn't run and nothing on the car worked, I do mean nothing...August 2001. |
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