A Porsche 944 S2 Cabriolet came up for sale on Craigslist. They’re pretty rare, and I’ve always loved the 944 and miss owning a convertible, so I e-mailed the owner. As luck would have it, he had the car at my preferred independent Porsche mechanic.
So I checked out the 944S2, but unfortunately, it required too much work/time/money to get it into reliable daily driver status. I’ll probably regret passing on it 10-20 years from now when the 944s start appreciating, but oh well.
I’m depressed. Not because the 944S2 didn’t work out, but I came across what was formerly my Boxster in the parking lot:
What did they do to the paint? Tacky pink stickers? Is that a Honey Boo Boo license plate holder?
The seats were cheaply reupholstered - but still reupholstered. Why are there leopard skin seat covers on it? Fuzzy dice? How did they do so much damage to the paint? A bulging skull license plate frame?
And to top it off, it likely has a blown motor. And with the car in that condition and used 986 motors going for over $5k, it’s getting parted out and whatever is left crushed.
And now I just sit here, looking at the pictures stunned. How could they do so much damage to a perfectly running, well maintained car in just over 3 years?
Hats off to the guy that color matched and painted the hard top for me. Even they couldn’t mess that up, apparently.
That 986 didn’t deserve that life. It would have been better off at least letting me blow it up autocrossing or taking it to the track, which I never got a chance to do.
Never should have listened to my girl. Never should have sold it. :(