All Their Fault

It has taken awhile for me to finally come around to the prospect of selling the Porsche.  It has sat under the blanket for so long and was only being driven around the neighborhood every few months.  And now with Tudor-Beach here, I just don't have the time to really enjoy it. And two car seats don't fit well in it.

So, I had it towed to the dealership yesterday, and they are going to check and make sure it is running great before I put it on the market.  I am going to shed some big fat tears when she is finally gone:(  I bought her on my 30th birthday, and my dad actually cried on the phone when I told him what I did.  He and I always dreamed of buying a sports car, and he always told me "I would get mine one day."  He came to Atlanta for my 30th birthday, and he drove me around in it.  And scared me half crazy going 80 mph down small roads. 

But! I am going to take her out for a few more rides before saying goodbye. If anyone is interested in a 1983 911 SC with 66K original miles...then give me a call!