About 15 months ago, I spotted a 993 parked on someone's lawn. Not just any 993, but a C2S. Late model, split grille, low mileage... but tiptronic.
There was grime all over, tires flat, interior filthy. I stopped to talk, and this disheveled guy wasn't interested in selling it. He had lost his job, but was going to get the car driving again once he started working.
A winter passed and I returned, it was still in the same spot. We chatted, and he really didn't want to sell it. It was the last thing he owned since his wife left, took his kids and he lost his job. At that time I had my 128i and there was another 1 series in the driveway which was his. The 993 had been sitting since 2014.
When I returned the third time, the 993 moved to the driveway but the 128i was gone. Turns out that got Repo'ed as well and he was going to consider selling the 993 if he couldn't find a new job. It's now almost a year later and it's snowing when I visited again. My 128i was gone and I already moved onto my 997.2S, so it wasn't really rational to have another Porsche regardless of how good the deal would be, yet I persisted. He said that he'd sell it if he didn't get this job promised to him in March, four months away.
I waited again, and stopped by in March. As I pull up he was actually arguing with his girlfriend about how he wasn't working and had all this money tied up in the Porsche. Tells me to call him, and this is where I'm starting to feel his mind might change.
Now it's April and he tells me the job didn't come through and would consider selling it when it was a bit warmer. Well last weekend was warm, and so were my fuzzy insides because after about 2 hours of negotiating in his driveway he begrudgingly agreed to sell it to me. We drove to the bank and on the way back he requested to stop at the liquor store. And there we were, at 10am drinking scotch in the driveway with my second 911 in hands.
With prices spiraling out of control, this is my last chance to own a widebody aircooled 993 for anything less than a fortune. Let me just say it needs a fair bit of work - but even with the tiptronic it oozes personality.
I don't usually name my cars, but he called this one Betsy and I think that'll remain. Welcome to the family.