I don't recall the bass line or the drum beat, but I remember the melody...
Back in the dark ages, an actual print magazine (remember those?) - probably 'Car&Driver' - asked readers to send in suggestions for music to listen to while driving. I don't remember any response but one, where some genius wrote in to say:
"Pink Floyd's 'Dark Side of the Moon' while driving at night between cities, very fast."
"So you're a young car enthusiast and you want a classic sports car, something you can drive everyday, but you don't wanna spend a metric fuck-ton of money? Well, you're in luck! I 've got just the ride for you; a watercooled, front-engined Porsche — specifically, a 944.
Nope, it doesn't have an engine out of a VW van, it's a proper, bona fide Porsche — and there's a bunch of models to chose from."
I have been a bad boy. It’s been so long since I have put finger to keyboard for something other than a business email, market positioning statement, something related to the buying and selling of a house or working tirelessly to get a recent college graduate his first job that I barely remember what I should be writing about. Oh yeah…cars or something.
I took a pill in Austria
To show Mozart I was cool
And when I finally got sober, felt 10 years older
But fuck it, it was something to do
I'm living out in Holland
I drive a Porsche just to prove
I'm a real big baller cause I made a few dollars
And I spend it on wheels and shoes
Lyrics based on: Mike Posner’s "I took a pill in Ibiza"
Eyes as fresh
as when she was
from the factory's gates.
every single piece of paper is
and looking as if freshly printed.
If you punched 1983 into your
imaginary time travel
machine's keyboard and asked to be
taken to Continental Imports in Joplin,
to see this 928,
your time would've been
*photography by Clint Davis ©
warm chocolate invites you
to ease into her taut leather seat,
hook your left thumb around
the steering wheel's spoke,
and rest the palm of your right hand on
the shift knob.
when was the last time you
remembered what the ridges of the threads
holding the hides together
had memory robbed what unworn leather
the eyes take snapshots of the
rear window defogger knob,
the embroidered Porsche script on the
passenger side floor mat.
as the fingertips of your hand
slides across the dash in
you realize two things;
your sense of taste is being
and your sense of
is about to be
*photography by Clint Davis ©
Wilson, the well used and some times abused naturally aspirated 944 is in the shop for some mods and as a correspondent of flüssig magazine I gotta write about something… might as well write about what I love.
Join me in the following interview.
Nothing wrong with me
Take your conversions elsewhere
I was cool and really doing it before you came along
With all your bright ideas
So fuck you and your 5 lug hubs.
…and remove that stereo and those subs.
Please disrobe me of your…ungodly seat covers,
Your steering wheel covers,
and your steel wheel covers.
I don’t need any help in the looks department
Thank you very much.
Was doing just fine before your personal touch.
Geez, everyone’s talking about 5 speed conversions
And everyone says you need to lower your suspension
And everyone thinks I need to up the compression
And the… never mind.
It’s all obsession.
Everybody has their own way of loving Porsches. Mine? Track days!
From the start, Porsches were designed to be sports cars that you can use daily. That means they’re built to play rough and to be driven fast aggressive. They aren’t the best sports cars in the world or make the best daily drivers, but when it comes to enjoying two different sides of the moon, they can’t be beat. The 911, Boxster, Cayenne…all of them share this DNA from the first sketch.
So after getting my first Porsche, a 944 NA, and bringing it back to life, I began getting serious about looking for what would be my first track day experience. As it happened, the local Porsche Club was planning one. What better place to make our debut than being surrendered by all his family?