When I was 10 years old we were on a family vacation and my dad was driving on the autobahn, going about 100mph. From a long ways back some headlights started flashing in the distance. My dad moved over and a Turbo 911 came by us like we were standing still, literally. My guess now is that black monster must have been doing 160 to 170 mph. Right then I was smitten and told my dad I've got to get one of those kind of cars when I was old enough to drive. At the next stop for fuel, I went in and bought and 2 metal scale model Porsches and played with them for many years to come. Yeah I was bitten by the Porsche at a very early age, Thanks Dad, God rest your soul, for taking me on that vacation so many years ago. However Dad, you did give me a very expensive jones for the rest of my life.
