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Friday, March 1, 2013

A Dream Come True. When MJ had seen his father’s 964 911 3.6 Turbo up on our site via the Porsche Owners Club Annual Concours. He asked if I would be willing to take a few photographs of the car and I happily agreed, a dream come true.


It’s not often that I get a phone call from people that have seen their car(s) on the website, and asking me to do a shoot for them. And recently, a few gentlemen have been so kind to call me, and compliment me on my work and with that, asking me to do a feature for them and their beloved automobiles. As most of my friends and family know, I am a die-hard fan of Stuttgart’s finest. From the later 911’s, to the more desirable earlier models, I absolutely love Porsche, and especially the 911 variant. The Porsche 911 ( pronounced Nine Eleven or Neunelfer in German) has always been an icon for me. While most had Lamborghini's and Ferrari’s on their bedroom walls, or cellular phone back grounds, there always was a 911 on mine... And till today, they’re still there. My love for Porsche started all the way in primary school. Adjacent to the school yard, down the street, there sat a plethora of Porsche. The street was swarming with them, and every recess time, I had sat at a specific tree everyday... Staring down the street, through the fence, nibbling on my peanut butter and jam sandwich, and in the back of my mind I wondered how in the world does someone own so much Porsches. As I grew up, and began to drive, I finally drove down that street, and I found out that the man that always had all those Porsches was a very well known Porsche mechanic (more of that soon), so the long and short of this story, is from then, those cars have stuck with me, with a timeless design that has barely changed, and always being driver focused... There really is no substitute for a Porsche in my books. Right then, back to the car that graces your screens.


MJ had contacted me when he had seen his father’s 964 911 3.6 Turbo up on our site via the Porsche Owners Club Annual Concours I had attended last year. He asked if I would be willing to take a few photographs of the car and I happily agreed, a dream come true. Every man and young boy I have come across has always remembered the “Bad Boys Porsche”. Its an international hero, in my books. Quotes from the movie such as...




”Hey man where-where-where's your cup holder? I don't have one. What the f- w'you mean you don't have one? Eighty thousand dollars for this car and you ain't got no damn cup holder? It's $105,000 and this happens to be one of the fastest production cars on the planet. Zero to sixty in four seconds, sweetie. It's a limited edition. You damn right it's limited. No cup holder, no back seat. Just a shiny dick with two chairs in it. I guess we the balls just draggin' the f**k along.”come to mind.




Everybody knows the line and the scene, and the movie created so much hype for this particular car. So when I got the call to take some photos of it, a feeling of fulfillment and emotion came to me, like no other car. In the late 1980’s, Porsche underwent a some evolution, and the Type 964 was launched, and this would be the most important car for Porsche during this era. The 964 incarnation of the 911 Turbo returned in 1990 after an absence. At first it used a refined version of the 3.3 L engine of the previous Turbo, but two years later a turbo engine based on the 3.6 L engine of the other 964 models were introduced. As I examined MJ’s 964, I understood why his father loved this Porsche. The car is a work of art, with the chassis almost on the ground, creating road hugging grip via an adjustable suspension set up, the engine purred on idle, and with every touch of the accelerator, Type 964 backfired, almost talking back to us. Covered in that seamless black paint, as it glittered and glossed in the sun, with those gorgeous eighteen inch three piece Speedline wheels (Speedline for Porsche) shining brightly, photos have no justice on this work of art. Every time MJ started the car up to move it around for our shoot, a small tear would develop at the corner of my eyes from sheer happiness and from having the opportunity grace myself in front of this car. As I sat in front of Type 964, I reminisced on the time at school, where I sat in front of the fence, with that specific tree being my back rest, looking down the street of heavens, and pondering away at the thought of owning a 911 one day. The early morning Sunday sun ignited the lines of MJ’s flawless 964, the decorative black colour scheme just begged to be looked at. With every step I took, changing the angle of the photograph, Type 964 became more and more beautiful, and with every photograph I took, made me realize just how simple the 911 design really is. Ferdinand “Butzi” Porsche was given the responsibility of finding a successor for the 356 design. The project was to be called Porsche 901, and in 1962 Porsche had already manufactured 901’s read for the public but with Peugeot fighting for the rights of the “901” title, the 911 was born. Over time,911’s has evolved, but they still stay true to their Porsche design and architecture that “Butzi” had in mind in the 1960’s. 






Nearing the end of our shoot, I accompanied MJ for a drive home in Type 964. His father energetically illustrated that this car was really fast, and as with most modern turbocharged cars, the boost on Type 964 came in a bit late, and very hard. He explained to me that after around 3000rpm, the boost would come in and the car would gallop... And she sure did. Every change of the gear felt so certain, and even though I was not piloting the car, I think I almost understand why most say that a Porsche is a pretty tricky car to handle. Rear-engine, rear wheel driven, the weight hangs over the rear wheels, and with a slight twitch of the wheel, in boost, especially turning, that rear end would come and greet you in a bellow of tire smoke and a not so happy ending. With that under constant check, we drove off into the early morning sun, homeward bound, with a smile so big. And till now, having sat in it once, I can hear, and picture every movement from holding the steering wheel, to clutching in, and choosing one of the gears from the 5 speed gearbox. No car that I have ever come across has ever made me feel like this. Harking back to the glory days of school recess, sitting at the tree, looking at the street of 911’s, this was a dream come true, almost like a good ending to a movie, but not the end yet, as if there will be a sequel. And a 911 will always be close to my heart. 




I’d like to thank MJ and his father for making a childhood dream come true. You guys have truly inspired me. Thank you.





The sun just rolled off the bodywork of this amazing machine.





For the intercooler.




The architecture of the 911 hasn't really changed much at all.






The pilots view. Holding that leather-clad steering wheel is what dreams are made of, well mine anyway.









Those lines...




















Unmistakably 911






Inviting...


Turbo 3.6. Details are everywhere.




Speedline for Porsche. 


Please note* I am no videographer, so it is a bit shaky. Type 964 on a spool down after some healthy dose of boost.










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