It was California in the summer of 1989. I had just graduated from college and was driving home from work in my Suzuki Samurai on the 90-Marina Freeway. I was following a Porsche 911 with a spoiler on its back. I wanted to catch up to it and get beside it to see who was in the car. Traffic began to slow and the spoiler began to lower and then disappear. WOW! That was the coolest thing I had ever seen.
I said to myself, I have to have that. I want that now. I must have that. I want to be that guy in that car. If I have that car then everyone will pay attention to me.
That night I took out my bucket list and added the word, Porsche.
As my income increased I began going to Porsche dealerships but the sales guys wouldn’t give me the time of day.
A few years went by and I still didn’t have the money but I was getting closer. Then my income jumped up a few notches and I was ready to make the purchase. I decided to dress in jeans and white t-shirt, walk into the dealership, and pay cash for the car. I ended up ordering a custom 911. It would be delivered directly from Stuttgart, Germany.
My car arrived in December 2004. Fifteen years had since I first got a glimpse of that rear spoiler disappearing and I was about to drive away in my very own 911. I pealed out of the dealership wanting everyone to check me out. But what happened on the ride home was not what I expected.