A PORSCHE STORY: 1986 911 CARRERA 3.2
Ryan on his 1986 Porsche 911 Carrera 3.2.
A few words on how it came into his life.
My Porsche story started with searching for over 1 year, looking for the right car for me.
I started looking at the 912, which gave the nostalgia and classic feel. Then moved towards the 964 for a little more modern comfort while keeping the classic looks.
I took my time to really figure out why I wanted to own a Porsche and always knew it was about the drive. So I decided on the 3.2 Carrera because it kept the classic analog experience while providing performance and the driving enjoyment.
The way I found my Porsche was somewhat of a barn find, in that it never went to the market or auction sites.
I was talking with a friend about my experience of searching for the right vehicle and learning about the current market (what’s a fixer upper vs a situated car) and was talking about how the market continues to rise.
He then remembered that a shop neighbor was looking to sell his air-cooled Porsche. This person already had another water-cooled Porsche and was not able to drive the other one as much. He was also looking to do some home renovations and needed cash ASAP.
So my friend arranged the meet.
When I first saw the car, I did a quick walk around, looked inside and under the car for leaks, checking the engine and kicking the tires. I then asked if I would be able to get in and drive.
We went to an area I was very familiar with in the Santa Monica Mountains, where I have been riding my motorcycle for decades.
Once we got on the roads, I knew I had to have her… the feels, the sounds, and the way we moved around the twisties, it felt comfortable, familiar and like we had been doing this dance for years.
We went to an area I was very familiar with in the Santa Monica Mountains, where I have been riding my motorcycle for decades.
Once we got on the roads, I knew I had to have her… the feels, the sounds, and the way we moved around the twisties, it felt comfortable, familiar and like we had been doing this dance for years.
We got back to the shop and I told the seller that I would send the car in for a pre purchase inspection and if everything came back OK, we had a deal.
I left with a gentleman’s handshake and a week later she was mine and the rest is history.
