Inviato il lunedì 04 luglio 2011 - 11:22:

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Well this is my original love. So many memories in this beast. My father cared and loved this thing to death. Every Sunday I see him tinkering with it and waxing her to a pristine shine. I was too young to know exactly what he was doing with her all the time but I wasn't young enough to know how much it meant to him. Remember getting pulled over while sitting at a stop light and given a noise citation, my father would just stuff them into the glove box along with the million other tickets.

A cop lived in a house just down the street and my dad would do daily peel outs up and down the street then would just have a beer and chat with the police officer after, ah the good times. That thing would be shaking, snarling, and screaming when he took me for joy rides, scariest thing I can ever remember but I loved every second of it and I miss it to this day.

My father died when I was in the 4th grade and my mom had a tough choice, feed the kids and keep up with the mortgage or keep my father's pride and joy. Well she made the right decision and sold this beauty along with his motorcycle, another Porsche, and a mint Delorean. From time to time I look through old pictures and every time I come up to my dad's Porsche, I think to myself I shall have her back on day.

I keep putting it off every year and just want to at least track it down and take a look and maybe even have a seat where my dad used to cause so much havoc. I hope maybe I can be more financially good and make an offer on the car, I mean if it hasn't been wrecked or neglected *knock on wood. So many cars and so many things out there I would like to have but this is the one thing that I feel like it would be the right thing to do and even struggle for. I am also approaching the age of when my father passed away and I would like to continue his legacy in the car he loved so dearly.

I asked my mom and she said she still has all of his documents and even the original window sticker for the car so I am thinking maybe pretty soon I need to get off my bum and start tracking this thing down and follow the paper trail. I asked her why she kept everything and she said that is all she has left of his mistress and she knows how much he loved that car and said she had a feeling one day I may want to go searching for it so she has everything neatly tucked away in a shoebox for me.

Anyone else have their own unicorn that they wish to one day track down and hopefully take it home? Maybe I am using the term unicorn wrong but hey to me it is an impossible dream but so within reach if that makes any sense. Thanks for reading!

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Inviato il lunedì 04 luglio 2011 - 12:07:

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Take it easy everyone! My dad was a very successful man and I admire him for that. Came over here from Vietnam with nothing in his pockets. Fried chicken and flip burgers to get through college and became an architect. The fancy cars he had in the driveway, he had pictures of them up on his wall while he studied all hours of the night and he got his cars, not many can say that. Anyway he didn't make his passion for cars his priority. Family was first and foremost his priority... He was Asian, got to remember that

I should have cleared it up before why my mother had to sell. It wasn't because he left behind nothing... it was a combination of things. He had just recently bought some land to have our dream home built that he designed himself. My mother had difficulty trying to sell that land because well it was just land and the ground hasn't even been struck yet, only thing there was a dream dreamt up by a man who wanted the best for his family.

Also, while trying to sell the land, we were having trouble with his life insurance. They were accusing him of drunk driving and the insurance does not want to cover it. So my mom was in court for the better part of the year fighting the insurance for the money. All the while she did not have a job, did not know how to drive, and having 4 children coming to terms with their father. So of course the money my father left in the accounts dried up pretty quickly.

After a lengthy court battle, it was determined that my father fell asleep at the wheel while driving home that night, was only 10 minutes from home. He just worked a 12 hour shift during the day, visited a family friend and had one or two beers but more than 4 hours before he actually started to drive home. So my mom finally got the insurance money but at the expense of having to sell off those cars and probably for a steep discount also because I am pretty sure at the time she didn't know any better.

The other person had a good point also, that maybe somethings are best left as a good memory but it is just something about this car that I feel as if I must find out what happened to it, have a little closure at least. If I do happen to find it, I will try my best to not creep out the owner by contacting him/her. Hopefully a good road trip can come out of it, or hell it could be down the street for all I know. I am really looking forward to making a new thread about a road trip to find the car.

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do us all a favor and make this dream a reality.

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