Friday, August 11, 2017

Hell of a V-dub

For some reason I don't seem to have any early pictures of the car I have owned the longest...the Porsche 914 I bought in 1970. It was not exactly a college graduation gift to myself, but then again it sort of was.

I graduated in 1967, and left Grad School at the University of Georgia in 1969. At that time the only car Marcia and I had was the 1966 Austin Healey Sprite MkIII...and I do have multiple photos of that, including one “serious” black and white which dates from 1968 (see BRG and the Five Speed Brown Bag). I got blown out of my first full time job after only three months so my confidence level wasn't all that high when I took a software services sales position with the First National Bank of Miami, as talked about in that article.

But by 1970 I was a full-fledged and respected software developer (things happened as quickly in the business then as they do now, to the incredulity of both my boys), and feeling pretty secure. I was also a full-fledged sports car enthusiast, and we really needed a second car.

While the motorcycle was OK for commuting to work it was entirely possible to be caught in some quick tropical shower or violent and painful rainstorm...surprising how badly those big Florida raindrops can hurt. There were times I was gong to be late to work or getting home, as I was hiding out under an overpass waiting for it to stop raining.

So there was that practical aspect....which I at first attempted to fill with that crap Datsun wagon. It was cute, and it was junk. No more of THAT, thank you very much. I'll have something a bit more...exciting, please.

I wasn't really looking, not really. And I certainly would have had no designs on a Porsche. At that time I might as well have wished for one of the Saturn Vs heading to the moon. Even a 912 cost way too much as a percentage of my $9500 annual salary.

And then there was that article in Road and Track. And don't I wish I'd hung onto it? They didn't exactly fall in love with the 914. They sniffed at the lack of straight line performance, and the only thing that really sticks in my mind was the nastiest car photograph I've ever seen, an obviously biased attempt to present the car in the ugliest light possible. I've alluded to it in the eariler post.

It was a shot of only the front left quarter of the car. It was shot with the camera propagandist kneeling so he was at eye level with the fender. The retractable headlights were raised so it looked like a frog someone had squeezed. It included the ugly “hockey puck” afterthought side marker lights the company was forced to add only for the US market (and since deleted in the refresh of my car, by the way). It was atrocious.

I didn't care. I was a photographer and I knew what they had done and how that picture lied. Give me the right lighting and I can make Beyonce look ugly. It had those seven magic letters in its name (and on the engine deck lid), and it was going to sell for under $4000.

I bought it from a brochure. The dealer didn't even have one in the showroom I could look at, no less drive. I still have the brochure, and it is the only period shot of a 914 I have. 
Porsche was pretty proud of the new engine layout
and the car...even with the hidden headlights open
And yes, I kept this brochure for almost 50 years
What's your point?
The brochure is a bit battered as it was taped to my cubicle wall at work for three months. Oddly, the car pictured is white, and note that it is a European model, as it lacks the hockey puck marker lights and has the European turn signal lights....just like my newly refreshed old friend.

The brochure sat on my wall because that's how long it took for my name to hit the top of the waiting list. For those who think the car was not a success, it became the best selling Porsche model between 1970 and 1976 when it went out of production, with over 120,000 built. And that there was a waiting list to buy one ought to be some sort of clue about its popularity.

The Datsun became expendable...no, wait. It was already expendable as it seemed intent on returning to the earth from which its constituent materials originally were mined. I owed more on it than the trade in De Maria Porsche in Coral Gables was willing to give me. It cost me $199 to get rid of it. I would have been better off just funneling it into one of those landfills which, in South Florida, are the biggest “mountains” around...complete with scores of what should be the state bird...the Turkey Vulture could easily replace the Mockingbird.

Got sidetracked there for a moment. I took a lot of ribbing about the wait. No one, best I recall, commented about a lack of attractiveness (the car's, not mine...that these jokers were all too willng to comment about).

The car I ordered was a deep blue, with a tan interior. While I don't belong to the national Porsche Club (and until recently there was more than a bit of snobbishness about admitting 914s anyway, but now that they are going up in value and getting at least a bit of the recognition I have always thought the car deserves, they are more welcome)...but I have never seen one done like that. Tan interiors are rare, and apparently blue was as well.

I have two invoices for the car. The first seems to be a preliminary estimate, while the second is the final one. They are dated a day apart...July 8th and 9th, 1970. The fact that the car simply survived this long is deserving of respect.

Soo...along about October, I would guess, I got a call from Tom Sherry, the salesman. With a name like that and a car which has been a part of my life for that long, of course I remember his name. Tom started by saying:
We got three cars, and your're at the top of the waiting list.”
I was excited, of course, and asked him to tell me about them.
One of them is white,” he offered.

Oh...kay, that's interesting, as he had told me they were not receiving any white cars. Why had he told me that? No idea or recollection.
It has the Appearance Group.” he said.
I had not ordered this, one of the few options for the car. It consisted of vinyl covering on the top and outsides of the built-in crash bar, chrome trim around the back of it, chrome rather than painted bumpers, and fog lights behind grills in the front bumpers. About the only other factory options you had in these first cars were tire choices (Michelin or Pirelli), slightly wider wheels with 165 instead of 155mm wide tires, and a Blaupunkt radio. I could afford none of that. Sooo...

One of them is white,” he repeated...with the said Appearance Group option.
Tom, what are you trying to tell me?”

One of them is white, “ he almost whispered, rather dejectedly. He gamely offered to let me pass on the cars, but there was no guarantee the one I ordered would be on the next boat load either, and I was tired of waiting (it will be interesting to see how many of the folks who plunked down a grand on the Tesla Model 3 will actually still be there at the projected year out delivery date).
Don't tell me they all have radios, too,” I pleaded. As it turned out, there was one which did not. It did, however, have Pirelli tires, and I had him switch with the Michelins on one of the other two.

Now all I needed to do was figure out where I was going to get another $200. Put that aside for a moment and let me tell you why this car is so special, other than those seven letters, which I suspect may have been a larger factor in my lust back then than what I am about to say, though I was not totally unaware of the following.

This was 1970, remember. Think about it. Though a TR3 had 15 more horsepower, it was a tractor. An MGB in stock form looked nice, but was equally crude, though better handling than the Triumph. The MG might as well have been steam powered. A Jaguar was priced, by then, in the same stratosphere as the rest of the Porsche line. Alfas were lovely but unthinkable. And not one of these had the whole combination of the relatively exotic features of the 914. In fact, the only car which came close was the Lamborghini Miura...at about $12,000...and without the Targa feature!

Dig it..
Mid engine?                                                                                      Check
Five Speed transaxle...the same one as the 911                                Check
Four wheel disc brakes                                                                     Check
Removable fiberglas top                                                                   Check
Electronic fuel injection                                                                   Check
Top stows in rear trunk with no loss of usable space                       Check
Two trunks with real, practical space                                               Check
Incredible, “riding on rails” handling                                               Check

So, ok, it wasn't quick. But it was really not much slower than an MG, and when you got to the next corner...goodbye MG! Besides, I have always driven it like the devil himself was chasing me, and when you do that, it takes someone who is very serious, and very good, to stay with you on any sort of curvy road.

And that fuel injection? While I have learned lately, and the hard way, that it is really “electro-mechanical” (some would say “electro-maniacal”), it was a real revelation at the time. It was first used in the VW Type 3 of 1968, and was the first mass market EFI system in the world.

Not bad for “under four grand...”though mine did not come in at the targeted $3600 but instead was $4078, and that was still $200 more than I had. But my buddy David Rosenstein came through with a short term loan, and I have no recollection of how or when I paid him back, though I do recall that I did.

So one day when I first got it some of the folks at work asked to see it. I had parked it on the street rather than in the employee lot, though I have no idea why I did that. It was on a shady street and I think I even took the top off and put it in the trunk to show my admirers how neatly that worked.

But there's always a critic. One guy sniffed that it didn't look like a Porsche and really was just a new version of the VW Karmann Ghia. He had obviously been drinking from the same Kool Aid as the guys at Road and Track.

Listen...the car was never intended as a replacement for the Ghia, and in fact that car remained in production through half the seven year run of the 914. Counting Brazil, Ghia production ended only one year before the 914s demise. And the 14 was badged in Europe as a VW-Porsche
Even the expensive and better performing 6 got the VW-Porsche Badge in Europe
I guess they are not as hung up on badges as Americans are
And better at recognizing and respecting the engineering of both firms at the time
, indicating quite clearly that both companies viewed it as something apart from the Ghia and designed for a different constituency. Any model of the 914, with any motor, will also run cicles around the Ghia.

My new 914 became, for many years, a ratty semi-derelict. But I never sold it, and more than once mused about “restoring” it. When I actually decided to try that I at first, along with my friend and Porsche guru Llew Kinst, thought it might be too far gone. But after closer examination it looked to be quite savable, and without major fabricating of new and critical body and suspension parts.

Three months and $7000 we thought.

Two and a half years and about 18 grand later: 
After market, rare but period correct Pedrini Wheels
Euro turn signal lenses
Removed Hocky Puck lights
Front lower ari dam
140 Pound Rear Springs
Front anti-sway bar
side shift transaxle
New injectors and various EFI and tuneup components
All new fuel liens
New Clutch and Disc
New cabin carpeting
New threshold plates
Lots of replaced weatherstripping
New paint
Partial upholstery replacement
And, as I am quite a bit more advanced in my knowledge and driving skills now than I was in 1970, it is bringing me even more joy today.

So why didn't I photograph it back then?

I have no idea...