recollection and photos by matt d'arienzo
"Joe, the owner, felt like he had just ripped my heart out..."
Barry introduced himself and showed me around his new project of building his horse ranch. Behind the double door of the barn was a silhouette of a car under an old blue cover. He carefully removed it while I watched. I thought “don’t look too anxious,” but I couldn’t help it. Barry opened the door, settled in and started it up—what a sound! I even liked the musty smell of the interior. How sick is that!
I turned the camcorder on and the battery light came on and shut off. Oh well. Believe it or not, I left that day without making an offer. I convinced myself that I wasn’t qualified to own a Porsche. After returning home from my 7 hour drive, my wife Cindy thought I was crazy to travel that far and not buy it. “It wasn’t a purse” I told her, “it was a Porsche”. The more I thought of it, she was right as always.
"It’s a special car born the same year as our first child and I had just adopted it."
Before I left to drive home, Barry handed me an old musty, leather briefcase with instructions not to open it until I got home. In that old case was a treasure. A real “baby book” documenting every step leading up when to this car was his. Baby pictures, documents, the original German registration, the German owner’s manual with a stamped signed delivery date (11/22/79) and dealer records of oil changes and baby check ups.
It’s a special car born the same year as our first child and I had just adopted it. Although I waited too long, it was truly worth it. Like all of our children, they don’t look the same as when the day we brought them home; they take on our personalities and chemistry.
I’ve looked at other newer cars but none have thrilled me and continue to thrill me the way this one does. I still turn to get one more look as I’m walking away from it or putting it away for the night.
It must be love.
Matt, a member of PCA's Eastern Buckeye Region, emailed me after he'd read my article for PCA on Porsche passion with a story of how his own started.
I was moved.
Any story on how one's passion of the marque was the start of a beautiful, lifelong relationship, is worth telling because it touches us deeply. You see, irrespective of what model holds our adoration, we all have one thing in common...a Porsche was the reason we met.