Well…kind of.
My "dream car" story started around the age of eight, when my grandpa gave me a 1:24-scale model of a Porsche 959. Prior to that, I liked any car that looked fast or sounded cool, but after receiving that gift, I became obsessed with Porsches.
Aside from a temporary childhood fling with the Jaguar XJ220, my answer has never changed over the past few decades when someone asks, "What's your dream car?"
I used to walk around rattling off 911 Turbo 0-60 stats to my uninterested friends, stare at my Carrera GT poster and picture myself in the driver's seat, and argue to the death with anyone who dared to say a better sports car has ever existed. (I used to, still do, but I used to too. Mitch Hedberg)
Unfortunately, as I've gotten older and my priorities (and financial sense) have changed, the idea of getting a new 911-specifically a Turbo S-has all but faded away, with MSRPs exceeding the unobtainium threshold.
Even the pre-owned market is insane. Air-cooled 911s are so overvalued thanks to the restomod craze, and anything remotely new is still unbelievably expensive. Not to mention, you have to settle for tech and features that are not new enough to be very good and not old enough to be cool.
One day, I was listening to a podcast about a guy buying his first 911, and I started thinking about what a shame it would be to have such a passion for something and never really pursue it.
So right then, in the middle of a long jog, I made up my mind to take action. I wrote it out as a goal for 2026, and most importantly, I lowered my standards. And I mean…really lowered them.
Months later, an opportunity came up and I bought this. A fried-egg-headlighted, water-cooled, IMS-bearing-eating, universally despised 1999 base Carrera…
Which, I guess in a way, is kind of my dream car.
My "dream car" story started around the age of eight, when my grandpa gave me a 1:24-scale model of a Porsche 959. Prior to that, I liked any car that looked fast or sounded cool, but after receiving that gift, I became obsessed with Porsches.
Aside from a temporary childhood fling with the Jaguar XJ220, my answer has never changed over the past few decades when someone asks, "What's your dream car?"
I used to walk around rattling off 911 Turbo 0-60 stats to my uninterested friends, stare at my Carrera GT poster and picture myself in the driver's seat, and argue to the death with anyone who dared to say a better sports car has ever existed. (I used to, still do, but I used to too. Mitch Hedberg)
Unfortunately, as I've gotten older and my priorities (and financial sense) have changed, the idea of getting a new 911-specifically a Turbo S-has all but faded away, with MSRPs exceeding the unobtainium threshold.
Even the pre-owned market is insane. Air-cooled 911s are so overvalued thanks to the restomod craze, and anything remotely new is still unbelievably expensive. Not to mention, you have to settle for tech and features that are not new enough to be very good and not old enough to be cool.
One day, I was listening to a podcast about a guy buying his first 911, and I started thinking about what a shame it would be to have such a passion for something and never really pursue it.
So right then, in the middle of a long jog, I made up my mind to take action. I wrote it out as a goal for 2026, and most importantly, I lowered my standards. And I mean…really lowered them.
Months later, an opportunity came up and I bought this. A fried-egg-headlighted, water-cooled, IMS-bearing-eating, universally despised 1999 base Carrera…
Which, I guess in a way, is kind of my dream car.
