Awakening one autumn morning in Luxembourg, my ferry would sail from France in the afternoon whilst my own bed awaited that evening in Cardiff, Wales. This was a challenge the 924 would take in its stride.
words by pablo deferrari
right…suppose you had a small Porsche collection, and you had about, oh say, sixty grand lying about that you’ve decided to halfheartedly earmark for another vintage Porsche—but then a flashback occurred.
while sitting at the dentist’s office leafing through a dog-eared car magazine, an image captured your fancy…it was a Ferrari. it didn’t matter that it was an F12 Berlinetta, their latest offering. what rekindled your long lost passion with Maranello’s pride was the chrome prancing horse placed smack-dab in the center of its grille.
you vividly remember that as a kid, you were instinctively drawn between the two Marques that to this day are loved one and the same by any red-blooded car enthusiast. in your head, you might have had a favorite which is why Porsches grace the grounds of your estate. deep down, however, you always had a soft spot for the Italian exotic that drove men into the depths of lunacy.
this becomes a problem.