My bride and I were high school sweethearts, married as soon as we cleared college and will celebrate our 48th this coming spring. My girl knew about my hydrocarbon affliction early on as my head tended to snap toward the street if I heard a muscular motor about to pass by (all done discreetly while holding her hand while walking her home after school :-). After putting myself through college and getting a decent job with GM, I decided it was time for a new car. Corvettes and those side exhausts made my blood pump so off to the Chevy dealer I did go. Not to criticize my former employer but I think it's safe to say, domestic manufacturers had some issues with fit and finish back in the day, no matter how nice their engines sounded. After spending months cruising the Corvette inventory, it happened.
Headed to work one day past the local Porsche VW dealer and there it was in the window. A tangerine '68 912, resplendent in it's bright almost orange paint. Once inside the showroom, the solid thunk of the doors closing, the flawless paint, the braided stainless steel fuel lines, the twin dual throat carburetors, the finned aluminum engine sump ……… I was hooked. I'd found another sweetheart and the romance (as with my bride) continues today. My current car is a '74 Carrera that recently took a cross country sojourn from Michigan to Rennsport IV in Monterey, California in 2011. The pic is of a ceremonial stop we made at the Bonneville Salt Flats as we wound our way back from California. We drove much of Route 66 on the way home and will have those memories forever. Nearly 100K on the clock, the engine needs refreshing and it does mark it's territory, but ……… every time the sport muffler wakes up in the springtime and the car nips it's way around a tight corner, it makes me smile the same way it did all those 40 years ago when it was new.
Life deals us all some crazy stuff over the years but I still have both of my sweethearts after all these years. Not many can make that claim :-)