el jefe

Here's where I decided to start, at the back end of things. The fact that she could not hold idle and die with the blip of the throttle led me to believe that A; we had a fuel delivery problem, B; we had a vacuum problem or C; a bit of both. My aim was to drop the tank and start the diagnosis from there. 

 
 

report by el jefe

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we go under again...
the great thing about my wife is that she understands.

not only about my infatuation with Porsche, my feral mannerisms, and my complete lack of any social graces with a preference for pissing outside like a dog rather than use the loo...she understands what it takes and what to expect when owning and driving a vintage Porsche.

this is why she took it in stride when the starter on the 968 began its death rattle.

 
 

confession/lesson by pablo deferrari

I could've bought a 968 for twice as much...but I didn't. Wanna know why? I probably would've spent the same amount of money bringing her up to snuff as I did ours. I don't give a shit what the seller claims, they ALL need work...even the ones with stacks of receipts and an owner who claims needs nothing.

If it seems like I'm bludgeoning a dead, decaying horse to death, it's because I am; I'm about to show you what it costs to bring a 10K 968 to proper working condition with no stories.

 
 

words and photos by leo dijkstra

That is the question. How many times did you encounter yet another shortcut made by the previous owner, the infamous PO. At whom we all have sworn, secretly, in our garage, alone.

 
 

report by pablo deferrari

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Che looks on making sure that everything is disassembled in an orderly fashion.
the bushings on the front sway bar haven't been changed since it left the factory 20 years ago. they've been subjected to rain, snow, salt, and power steering leaks with nary a complaint...it's time for them to retire.

 
 

words/images by pablo deferrari

I've only driven her once...so had my wife; and it was only for a test drive. The moment we got her home, she went straight into the garage and up on jack stands. That's how I deal with newly acquired Porsches.

 
 

story and photos by jim doerr

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Last year, I had the pleasure of driving back-to-back a 1987 928 S4 and an early 1978 928 - both 5 speed manual.

The destination was Michigan and the 2013 Porsche Parade in Traverse City. My 7 year old daughter Quinn and I started out of Richmond, Virginia with the '87 S4. The trip was an easy 750 mile highway tour, and the S4 handled it perfectly, as expected. We met up with my Mom and Dad, and made a switch - daughter went with mom, dad with me. Parade here we come, Pops!

 
 

story and photos by leo dijkstra "the dutch shark"

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I must say I feel a bit proud today. And at the same time thankful to the Rennlist 928 crowd. Why? I’ll tell you; we all put our heads together and did a fair bit of 928 archaeology. We didn’t exactly find King Tut's treasures, but Lord Carnarvon could never have unearthed all the previous owner's (PO) hacks on my Shark.

Here's what happened.