Every car enthusiast has that one car that is the reason for his or her piston-powered passion. For me, it was my dad's 1969 Porsche 911 T. Yes, it didn't run in the cold, and I burned my shin on the exhaust pipe walking around the back of that car enough times for permanent scarring, but I loved it. Nothing beat a warm spring day going on a cruise in that car, even if I couldn't drive just yet. I can still smell the car cover, and feel the excitement of pulling it off, and what that meant was going to happen next.
I haven't really sat and dwelled on these memories for some time, though. While I still admire and fully respect the Porsche brand, there's just something different about the water-cooled, priced-just-out-of-reach nature of modern Carreras. That is until I laid my eyes on the images you see here.
I want it so badly. I actually dreamed about it once. I dreamt it was a sunny morning in front of my girlfriend's house and I pulled away on her street and it drove and shifted perfectly. It was the orange prototype.
94Corolla5Speed wrote:I want it so badly. I actually dreamed about it once. I dreamt it was a sunny morning in front of my girlfriend's house and I pulled away on her street and it drove and shifted perfectly. It was the orange prototype.