The 1987 Porsche 944S had been sitting outside since I bought it and cleaned it up three months ago. Lawn art in the driveway. I know I said I wanted to part it out but something happens to me when I devote more time to a project. I become a sucker. A sucker for the charms of valve covers with PORSCHE cast in the top and a 928 part number underneath. It really is half a 928 motor. A sucker for dual overhead cams, chains, valves, the smell of used oil. A sucker for German engineering that wasn’t cheap to build and now isn’t cheap to fix. A big-giant-fruit-colored-twisted-strands-on-a-stick sucker.
But wait. Before you go snarking at me to break it down like a fraction, recoup red shark spendings via no reserve eBay auctions and forget about love, yeah I said it love, listen to this tidbit. When I pulled the timing belt cover, the belt was intact with no visible signs of forgotten fluoride. See? There is hope! Hope the engine only blew a head gasket or something else I have no idea how to diagnose yet. Hope the chipmunk spaghetti dinner didn’t take out more electronics than I’ve already seen. Hope the Ogre-like layers don’t stink like onions because I’m a fan of cake. Everybody loves cake.