My sister-in-law called me Saturday morning to tell me about a Porsche 911 in a ditch, pond, puddle or something. She was known to call me about cars for sale on the side of the road stating things like, well it looks like a Porsche of some kind, I think a 911. Or there’s a Mercedes-Benz for sale near my house. “Is it a sedan or coupe?” I’d asked. I’m not really sure. It’s maroon.
She’s not a car girl but that’s ok because she knows I’m a car guy. And I love to see any car for sale or otherwise in my European wheel house. This time she was confident it was a 911, her husband was with her, and on the back roads of Dexter, Michigan it was a site worth reporting. Since it was in a “ditch” it was positively enticing. Was it a 997, 991, old, new? 996? I’d expect it from one of those owners. Did it roll off from lack of parking brake, get caught in a freak rain, was it a drunk driver from the night before? I had to check it out.
It looked like the driver swerved off the road to avoid something, maybe a deer, and ended up puddle diving. It looked like an honest mistake. I would have been more disappointed to see the wreckage but this particular car had some strikes against it for my tastes. It was a 911SC with a 964 wing. The wheels were also later model add ons and finally it was a convertible. Had it been a stock coupe, I might have fetched a straw and started sucking. The cops had already tagged the car and it was gone by early afternoon.