He pointed to the wheel slathered with this clear shit all over it they called tire dressing, and then pointed to the engine bay. Understood. Now I know what goes on in this cut-throat business of selling cars...a false impression of a well looked-after example. And this brings me neatly to my point.
There's two classes the used Porsches fall into. One's the tarted up car that, were it a prostitute, is hiding the fact that beneath all of the make-up and Fredericks of Hollywood kit, she has the clap. The other is an honest looking car, baring all the goods with proper patina while not being afraid to show the imperfections, in a word, you know what you're getting...to a degree.
The latter point is where this little number neatly falls.
If this car had any flaws, they'd be disclosed honestly, maybe a bit sheepishly. But then you'd realize that whatever the defect that lies beneath the truth of its veneer is reflected in the price.
This is the car you buy and the soon to be previous owner is the kind guy who would like to keep in touch.