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I found your site while searching for something completely unrelated and had to drop you a line about my "old fart"
experiences with them back in the 60s.
I started down the road to Porschedom with a 1958 Karmann Ghia convertible which I acquired for 400.00 dollars in high
school in 1965, trust me, that was the most exotic car in my small Oklahoma town! I knew about Porsches but had never seen
one in the flesh.
I joined the Air Force and was stationed at Amarillo AFB in 1966 and began haunting the local Porsche dealer, making a
pest of myself I'm sure. I'll never forget the first Targa I saw, it was a 1968 912 in Dunkel Rot (dark red) with black
leather. I wanted that car as only the very young and broke can want something! :)
Then one fateful day, while cruising the used car lot, there sat a dusty red 356A convertible with chrome wheels, I was
out of the KG so fast it bucked a couple of times from popping the clutch.
This vision in red turned out to be a 1959 356A Convertible D. I'm sure you're familiar with the D, it was the
transitional year from the Speedster to the B body in 1960. The only difference between the D and a Speedster was the D
had rollup windows. The wanted 1295.00 for it which was a lot of money for a young enlisted man in 1967. A friend wanted
my KG so I sold it to him for 400.00 and the dealer financed the rest! (you don't want to know how much that D is worth
I drove the D for a couple of years and then it burned a valve and rather than fix it (didn't have enough money anyway), I
traded it back to the dealer for a 1964 356C coupe in Ruby Red with 38,000 miles on it. It was a west Texas car and had no
rust and still smelled of that peculiar German new car smell of those days. They gave me 700.00 for the D and sold me the
C for 2495.00 and financed the difference.
I loved that car. 95 miles an hour was the sweet spot. It would go faster but for cruising hour after hour it was happiest
at 95. The car came alive, every part transmitted information to me through the streering wheel and the seat of my pants.
It was magical, you really do become as one with the machine. I would drive from my home in Oklahoma to the base and back
in the days before superhighways with just rough, twisty two lanes and felt superhuman as I whipped past ordinary mortals
in their Fords and such (LOL, I drive a Lincoln these days:) .
I drove that car all over Texas from base to base, mostly at 95mph and can honestly say I have never enjoyed a car as much
as I did my '64 C. It was a throughbred and was happiest with a long stretch of Texas road behind it and in front of it.
Toward the end of my hitch in the AF in 1970, I ran across a 1966 912 coupe in slate gray with black leather interior and
a wooden Nardi steering wheel, it was love at first sight. It was the most expensive car I'd ever owned at 3695.00 but the
C was paid for and the difference on trade was only 1700 so I did it.
The 912 wasn't the car the 356 was, I never felt comfortable at the speeds I could cruise the C at but those day were
over, more highways, more cops (I never got a ticket in the C!), I got out if the service and life went on.
Your site brought back some very pleasant memories and for a while, I felt the rush of being a young man in my mighty 356C
tearing across the wilds of Texas and Oklahoma again.
I hope you finish your project and get the chance to "become as one" with it on some uninterrupted stretch of pavement