My Porsche Story

I inherited my love for German-engineered cars from my dad. The function-over-form and functional-based engineering has always drawn me to Porsches explicitly.

As a kid growing up aspiring to be an engineer, I was influenced by the fact that all of my dad's friends that were engineers drove Porsches.

When I got my license at 16 in 1976, I would drive my '67 Mustang to the top and back of Highway 9 in Saratoga, California, virtually every day, fantasizing about being behind the wheel of a 911 Turbo. I boldly told everyone I would have one by the time I was 25. That fantasizing continued with every car I owned as I migrated to German Fords, inching closer to my dream. But as I got older, married, and had three boys, my life priorities changed, and my 911 Turbo dreams moved to the back burner.

In 1995, the company I was working for had just gone public. That was a life-changing event for us. I was reading an article on the new 993 Turbo, and it occurred to me as I was reading it that I could realize my dream. Suddenly, a 911 Turbo was feasible. I just needed to have them to build one for me.

I have over 178,000 miles so far and counting, and I have no intention of stopping or ever letting go of it.

Sometimes I wonder if the fact that I did all of that fantasizing behind the wheel vs. looking at a poster is why all of my cars are road kings and not garage queens.