“Some dreams take 20 years. Every single one of them was worth it.”
Current chapter. Guards Red, PDK, sport exhaust. Every time I walk to the garage I still can't believe it's mine. Some dreams take 20 years — and they're worth every single one.
20 years of wanting one. The moment I signed the papers I sat in the parking lot for 30 minutes just staring at it.
Angeles Crest Highway at dawn. Just me, the 911, and the most perfect road in California.
First PCA event. Met 200 other 911 owners. Realized I'd found my people.
Every morning I walk to the garage and still can't believe it's mine. That feeling hasn't faded.
Other cars from the same era or owner
Hired for my 30th birthday. Three days in the Italian Dolomites — Rosso Corsa, roof down, mountain passes that seemed designed specifically for this car. My friends thought I'd lost my mind. They weren't wrong. Some experiences you don't need to own to carry forever.
The grown-up car. Or so I told myself. Alpine White, carbon fiber trim, and a soundtrack that made every commute feel like a race track. Still miss the sound of that inline-six.
Adventure phase. Took the doors off every summer. Drove through three national parks, one very muddy trail in Colorado, and countless beach sunsets. This Jeep has more stories than I can count.