My intro

Since I was a child I was absolutely fascinated with cars.

Particularly, the ones that went fast, looked great and sounded out of this world.

I remember when I was a kid, seeing cars like Ferraris and Porsches and Lamborghinis and thinking "When I grow up I want to drive one of THOSE!"

I always had sports cars on my walls on those big thick cardboard posters that you'd thumbtack up and look at every time. As time went by I found myself always daydreaming about them.

I got involved in the motorcycle world, it was a cheap, inexpensive way to go fast, and do it quickly. The feeling is completely insane and I love it. But I always found myself wanting one of those cool cars. Being hugged back in the seat, carving up corners and a car that is so cool looking that you can't not get looks every time you drive by some place.

I got married and things slowed down. Financial debt accrued with loans and school and things like that. The dreams of getting onto these sorts of things became more and more just a dream.

Unfortunately later on, I ended up being divorced. Life was dull, lonely, little substance and very little to look to at this point. I was horribly bored as well.

I found love again in a long distance relationship with an amazing woman. But during time apart I found myself bored to death, again, with little to do on my own by myself. I decided to get a project to work on. I recall as a kid driving by this junk yard by our house seeing a red Porsche 924. The car was parted out but the paint was pristine. I drove by and every time I saw the car I wanted it. My dad told me no, to get a reliable car for a first car, not a car that needed put together and was wrecked. Of course he was right, but passion has it's way of seeking you out later in life.

I searched for used cars and found a 1977 Porsche 924 that needed some TLC. I wanted a race car, a track car. A car that I could restore, learn, enjoy and put on the track. I bought the car, a rusty, neglected car that sat for 10 years in the valley. Years later, the car is sealed up, getting the engine rebuilt with the interior stripped to the bones, getting ready for track with a big brake package ready to be installed.

The car stood out to me as that car when I was a kid. That memory of something passionate. I got to drive on once, it was a blast. Now knowing that the car was mine, that I could improve on it over stock and go race it was like having one of those little dreams come true as the car began to take shape. Now in 2011, the car is approaching completion.

Doing all the work myself the car has been stripped of the non-essentials, given a carbon fiber diet and put on a diet. Megasquirt injection is being installed with a custom intake manifold and the car is making impressive progress. It's taken years due to my schedule but the car has really come together.

This car... was my "gateway drug" to an addiction to the world of Porsches.