The biggest single reason I’ve been so infatuated with cars from my earliest memories is due to the fact that I was born into a family of major gearheads. My ancestors were from Germany, and were coachbuilders. I mean actual coach builders, because their work pre-dated the automobile. They emigrated to the U.S. around the turn of the century, and initially settled in Chicago. A short time later they learned there were a lot of Germans in Rock Island, Illinois, and they moved there. And we’re still here!
Today’s Avoidable Contact opens up with a brief vignette concerning a young woman’s slide into what one calls everything from “ho’ing” to “sex work” depending on the duration of one’s time at university. Yes, Virgin(ia), prostitutes are typically made, not born. Last night my mind was on Porsche productastrophe, but this morning I’ve let that go and now I’m thinking: putting aside the politically-correct and sex-positive claptrap, how do I really feel about sex work and sex workers?
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Sometimes, what I think of as “the bones of the relationship” are not sound. You love someone more than you can bear to think about. Every day you are not with that person feels a little bit like being dead. You would spend all the money you have, burn all the credit you can get, put the rest of your life in jeopardy to make something happen with that person.
But that’s just a feeling, and the reality is that there are multiple problems that make a permanent relationship impossible. You don’t have enough to put into it. Other things are more important. So you walk away. Someone else will come along. He will be a full-time partner instead of a part-time lover. He will want all the time what you only wanted sometimes. And no matter how much you wanted it sometimes, you have to consider what the fair thing, the right thing to do, is.
So now my main man TonyK is the owner of my 944. He put eight hours in on the car yesterday and this morning, working through the night to fix her problems, address the issues I’d neglected for years. He will have a real, permanent relationship with her. I, on the other hand, took her to the track or an event every month or so and then let her sit lonely in the garage where, apparently, mice were eating her from the inside out.
It’s what’s best. But if Tony had stayed another minute, I might have had to kill him. I know what the right thing to do is. But I’m not prepared to be gracious about it.
My God, it started right up and ran.
Five years after “Rodney” killed the clutch slave cylinder while borrowing it (how ironic), and more than two years after I towed it out of a barn, I popped the hood, put the jumper cables on, and cranked it. Don’t ask me why I let it sit in my garage since March of 2011 without starting it. I’ve been busy.
With just a few thousand dollars’ worth of repair, the little guy would be completely ready to go. But the reason I started it was because I had an offer on it, and another car I’m preparing to buy… What to do?
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Earlier this year, I penned a brief open letter regarding some misuse to which I had put my Porsche 911. That open letter can be found here. Thanks, as always, for reading.
This page gets fewer than 100 visitors a day right now. No surprise there — it’s brand new and the subject matter, namely moi, is not compelling. But more than half the visitors are searching for “jack baruth road and track”.
Well, here it is: Jack Baruth Road and Track. Don’t say I never did nothing for you, as my BMX mentor Richie Hetzel once said. Check it out, and let me know what you think.
I’m pleased to announce (to the three people who haven’t heard me going on about it) that I have two pieces in the April issue of Road & Track. I’m also featured in the 2013 Boxster review; look for my top-vent Impact! helmet steering the porky Porsche around a narrow-radius turn at Carolina Motorsports Park.
Check it out and let me know what you think!