I recently rounded a corner, I’m sick of constant car payments (decades of car payments). I’m a serial car whore, I love shiny machines and I’ve rarely gone much more than year without getting bored and wanting something different. I’ve taken the easy path over and over and over again, car dealerships make it…
After a year it was time for a little change, Friday morning I had this:
I finished up my little wheel project last night, wanted to share and do my civic duty of providing the obligatory Oppo Porsche 944 content for Tuesday.
Last year I brought home my first 944, I got a little cash and traded my previous project for her. It might have been one of my poorer financial moves but I was instantly in love with so much about this car.
I had the chance to buy this beauty about 5 years ago and for...reasons... I passed it on to one of the owners of my firm. Last week he responded to one of my occasional ribbings of “when are you going to sell me that S2 [for way too cheap]“ with “Sure, I haven’t driven it in 6 months”.
There’s only a handful of things that make me feel more at peace than spending the better part of a standard work day, quietly, in the garage, bringing a weather worn paint job back to nearly perfect.
Good morning Oppo
What you see here folks is a very tired, likely very original, front suspension for a 1985 Porsche 944. The odo on this car stopped working at 152k and I have reason to believe what you see bears all of those miles plus some.
When last I left [all 4 of] you I had transformed the exterior of my current project (a 1985.5 Porsche 944) into something I am very pleased with. Purists and/or people with actual money may disagree. Well, after several months of work, this weekend I finally got to a point where I’m willing to call the inside done…
When many cars hit the bottom of their depreciation curves (and stay there for at least a decade or 2) they are subject to lots of indignities. Among these are neglect and bare minimum repair jobs.
And I’m finding my very un-new 944 to be very very cool. I’ve been using my old toy as my commuter car the last couple of weeks and the more I drive it the more I like it! While my extremely comfortable, brand new SUV sit’s forlornly home in the garage all by it’self.
Dear fellow home mechanics, if you’re familiar with this particular fun project I welcome you to chuckle along. If you have yet to face it, fear not, it’s not fun, but it’s not nearly impossible and will make a yuuuuge difference in your driving experience (if your current bearings are anything like mine were). I’d…
Do you know that excitement when you bring home a new (old) car? You peeked, drove, listened, touched and smelled enough to build an immediate list of what she needed. You heard the P.O. tell you [at least some fraction of] what he thought might be what was wrong with it. Hell, you’ve done this plenty of times what…
When your new [old] car has things spontaneously begin to work just by being driven.
This beauty had been on my bucket list since it hit the magazines then the streets. At the time I was nearing the end of high-school and there was no conceivable [legal] way I was going to experience one.
In which I continue the theme of my auto-whore’d-ness