1995 Porsche 993 Only 7512 Miles
01-03-2012, 02:24 PM
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Burning Brakes
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1995 Porsche 993 Only 7512 Miles
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01-03-2012, 07:24 PM
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Noodle Jr.
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01-03-2012, 11:55 PM
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OT, but seeing a Philly craigslist ad reminds me of a good Porsche story, and a warning!
Summer 1986, Saturday morning. I'm working at the Gulf station in the center of Gladwyne (ritzy suburb) with one other 17 year old. A customer drives in with his shiny 928S and wife and kiddies are loaded into the ubiquitous 300TD wagon that follows. They are heading down the shore for the weekend and he wants us to fix the slow leak in his P7. Certainly sir! Once out of sight we plug the tire (!) and proceed to individually burn up the backroads of Gladwyne all morning. I havent been to the area for a while but in those days there were miles of empty 2nd gear roads, stream crossings and hills and humps where you could catch air. I'm pretty sure we got enough heat into the tires to secure the plug.
Summer 1986, Saturday morning. I'm working at the Gulf station in the center of Gladwyne (ritzy suburb) with one other 17 year old. A customer drives in with his shiny 928S and wife and kiddies are loaded into the ubiquitous 300TD wagon that follows. They are heading down the shore for the weekend and he wants us to fix the slow leak in his P7. Certainly sir! Once out of sight we plug the tire (!) and proceed to individually burn up the backroads of Gladwyne all morning. I havent been to the area for a while but in those days there were miles of empty 2nd gear roads, stream crossings and hills and humps where you could catch air. I'm pretty sure we got enough heat into the tires to secure the plug.
01-04-2012, 12:04 AM
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OT, but seeing a Philly craigslist ad reminds me of a good Porsche story, and a warning!
Summer 1986, Saturday morning. I'm working at the Gulf station in the center of Gladwyne (ritzy suburb) with one other 17 year old. A customer drives in with his shiny 928S and wife and kiddies are loaded into the ubiquitous 300TD wagon that follows. They are heading down the shore for the weekend and he wants us to fix the slow leak in his P7. Certainly sir! Once out of sight we plug the tire (!) and proceed to individually burn up the backroads of Gladwyne all morning. I havent been to the area for a while but in those days there were miles of empty 2nd gear roads, stream crossings and hills and humps where you could catch air. I'm pretty sure we got enough heat into the tires to secure the plug.
Summer 1986, Saturday morning. I'm working at the Gulf station in the center of Gladwyne (ritzy suburb) with one other 17 year old. A customer drives in with his shiny 928S and wife and kiddies are loaded into the ubiquitous 300TD wagon that follows. They are heading down the shore for the weekend and he wants us to fix the slow leak in his P7. Certainly sir! Once out of sight we plug the tire (!) and proceed to individually burn up the backroads of Gladwyne all morning. I havent been to the area for a while but in those days there were miles of empty 2nd gear roads, stream crossings and hills and humps where you could catch air. I'm pretty sure we got enough heat into the tires to secure the plug.
I have some good gas station stories too. The boss' bong that was kept under the desk in front office was involved...
