"When I was a nine year old kid, my dad had a 924. It went in for service. Somehow he wound up with an SC as a loaner.
He came home after work, picked me up, and we drove for a long time that felt like only minutes. The moment we first accelerated from a stop, looking ahead over the curves through the windshield and behind at the fenders through the side-mirror, the unique howl of the air-cooled engine - I was hooked for life.
Every other car was inferior. I also began judging all kinds…"
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