Laws of Classic Velocity #3. Whenever you are not in the market for something, the market presents you with irresistible opportunities for that item. Of all the variations of the Porsche marque that I would be least inclined to pursue, it would be the 928. After all, this is the car that attempted to kill off my beloved air/oil cooled rear-mounted icon. The engine was in the wrong end of the car, it had luxurious appointments (read weight) by the bucketload, and lots of electronics (read expensive to maintain). The shark-like appearance was cool and it had its own kind of beauty, but it could not match the 911. I thought that if you were going to go front engine, then the 968 that I previously owned was a more beautiful car.
And so it was that a deal on a 1987 Porsche 928 S4 presented itself. My friend Ed actually found the car, but neither of us needed another vehicle. In fact, we both had unfinished projects, and recent acquisitions that should have precluded the very discussion of anything new. Ed had just embarked on another BMW 2002 adventure that I wrote about, and I had the BMW R90S project and the 914 project still unfinished. There was also no room at the inn, and being winter, we could not cleverly camouflage a vehicle with pieces of fencing and lush shrubbery (yes, this was actually tried before). By the way, the car was not running, and had a fuel leak and a few other issues when last it did run.
So we did what any self-respecting gearheads would do, and bought the car. We arranged with another friend to store the car at an undisclosed top secret location. We are having this friend move the car so that Ed and I cannot reveal its location even under water-boarding at Guantanamo. With some wrenching and a bit of luck, this GT will be restored to health, find a loving home, and show up at the next SharkFest. Of course, the last time I said that the car stayed for 8 years.