Two months ago I found what I thought was my last Porsche. A 1969 Porsche 912. In tangerine. Just as fast as it came. I had to sell it. I had no choice. It deserved to go back home. And its original owner’s son deserved to own it.

They haven’t picked the ’69 912 up yet. But, I am going looking for my dream car, again. I think I may have found it. In California. We will see. Could the fourth 912 in less than two years be the charm? I hope so!