So I secretly snuck into the forest, creeping up to it as if trying not to disturb his sleep—I so desperately wanted to look at him closer. I had always wanted a project car for quite some time; I wanted to learn how to go about doing something as complex as this—I wanted to teach myself.
"...if he’s been sitting there in those weeds for five years, I can guarantee you that another five years will go by..."
“Hey! That’s really cool! It’s an old Porsche…a 924 or something like that.”
And I was like,
“A WHAT?!? A Porsche?!?”
A Porsche was something I never wanted to have; I had this image in my head of some arrogant 911 driver sitting in his car with a pipe dangling from his mouth wearing slippers or something. I was to be proven dead wrong against such a stereotype.
Oh well, never mind all that. OK, so it’s a Porsche—wait a minute; a Porsche? This was going to be an expensive endeavor! And just like that, this dream of rescuing him as a project car was over. But I wasn’t going to give up that easily. It turns out that the car was sitting there for five years, so asked the owner of the place if he was interested in selling him. The answer was no. He was looking to restore it himself. My argument to him was well, if he’s been sitting there in those weeds for five years, I can guarantee you that another five years will go by with him still sitting there; nothing’ll happen. He smiled and said,
“Okay, you’re right…€1.200.”
“YES! I’ll take him.” I hadn’t even looked the car over…how’s that for blind love.
I was so proud. When I finally brought him home, I cleaned him…then I cleaned him some more and after that, I cleaned him again! No rust anywhere. The engine fired right up without any protest; nothing broken which was brilliant except there’d be nothing for me to learn how to fix! He only had 43.000km on the clock…original miles! Inside, he looked as if barely used; everything was clean and looked great. He only need new tires and a service…he passed the TÜV inspection without any defects.
I love my little “boy!”
Can you imagine that?
My dream car…from the scrapyard.