I have been a Car Crazy kind of guy for quite some time. It started as a kid growing up on a farm in Oregon in the late 40's. I was always around machinery and helped my dad repair everything from tractors to cars and trucks. I had great fun as a 6 year old driving my American Toys Logging truck in the yard. It had neat tires that would make neat tracks in the dirt. I still have this truck today in a display case in my garage. When I was eight my dad bought me a 1949 Crosley coupe. He paid $45 for the car. It didn t run when he bought it, so he and I (who mostly watched and handed him wrenches) repaired the car. It really didn't take too much until I was up and running. I had a great time driving the little car all over the farm. I remember times when I would be having trouble with the car running, it would die, and I would walk back to house and tell my dad. He would come back to the car with me and casually get in and the car would start right up and run fine, at least until he went back to the house. He had a great knack for making things works. I later sold the Crosley to an acquaintance for $35, of which I only received $20.
When I was 11, dad bought me a 1947 Mercury Convertible. He paid $100 for this one. It was all black with a canvas colored top. I worked all summer in the fields, keeping track of my time, so that I could repay the $100. The front crossbow of the top was made of wood and was broken in half, so that when I put the top up I had to do it partially by hand and very carefully. For us it was too expensive to fix. I drove the car mostly on the farm during those years. Several times, however, when dad and mom were gone I would take the car out on the country roads for spin, once I even drove it town. I got a lot of experience driving not only my cars but also the various pieces of farm machinery that we transported from farm to farm. When I was 15, my dad took a job driving truck for a mining company in Wyoming for the summer. This left my mother and I to do all of the harvest for the two farms we had at the time. One was 25 miles away from the home farm. During that summer I put 5K miles on my dads pickup, traveling back and forth to the other farm. This is of course before I had a driver s license.
When I was 16 my dad helped me buy a 1956 Mercury Custom 2 door hardtop. It was two-tone black and white. Later that year (1962) we had a very bad windstorm that blew down many trees, one of which had a big limb that thumped one corner of the top. I was really saddened, my New Car , mere months old and now with major damage. I couldn t afford to fix it right then, but I was motivated to find a way. I got a job working for a farmer a few miles away. One very foggy day when I was on my way to work I added to the damage. I was late to work, going too fast on a gravel road, trying to watch for and miss potholes (so as to not damage the suspension), when my turn appeared out of the mist with no time to slow enough on the slippery surface. I slid across the intersection and into the ditch. The only damage other than to my ego was the front right A arm and right front fender. Now I had more damage to get fixed, but not too costly, only $25 for a junk yard fender and $10 for an A arm. I did the installation. Since I would have to get the car painted (at least it was a good excuse) when I got the top fixed, painting the fender was no big deal. This car served me well through High School and into college. Unfortunately during my freshman year an older woman broadsided me one day and pretty much destroyed the Mercury.
I replaced the Mercury with a brand new 1965 Mustang. I had to sell my herd of cattle that I had accumulated, to pay for the Mustang.
So at this point in my life I am 18 years old and have had 4 cars, all of which I wished that I had back today. After college, marriage, children and moving to California to work I was too busy for much active car stuff. I still enjoyed car magazines, TV shows, and car shows. In 1983 I bought a new Porsche 944. My wife and I had great fun autocrossing, going on various car tours and attending the Porsche Club of America Parades. In 1992 Porsche started talking about building the Boxster. I fell in love with the concept car and decided I would have to have one. In 1994 I finally convinced my local Porsche dealer to accept my deposit for the first Boxster. I had been on the waiting list for 36 months before our car arrived; I guess that is pretty car crazy. By the time we accepted delivery, Porsche was already talking about the Boxster S. So we picked up the new 1997 Boxster and left a deposit for the first Boxster S to be built. In 2000 we flew to Stuttgart and picked up our new Boxster S. My wife and I toured Europe in our new car. It was very nerve wracking for me. Many of the roads were built for horse drawn wagons and not for my new Porsche. We did enjoy the time and the places; however, the autobahn and several laps on the Nurburgring were standouts for me. We are now retired, living back in Oregon, have built a new house with 9 garages spaces plus a 20 by 40 foot shop with car hoist. I have restored a 1955 Massey Ferguson tractor that my day had bought new, and that I had driven as a kid on the farm.
I developed a real desire to own a Cobra during the years since the car magazines started writing about them. Finally in late 2007 I convinced my wife that now was the time to take the big step. I looked at all of the different options from the build-it-all yourself kits to the professionally built rolling chassis cars. I decided on the Superformance MK III because the price difference was insignificant when comparing apples to apples and I was comfortable doing the engine installation myself. The car was ordered through Dynamic Auto West in Reno. It arrived in April 2008. I installed a Roush 427 SR crate engine and Tremec TKO 600 5 speed transmission. We have enjoyed many cars show, tours and one autocross so far. I am fortunate to have an understanding wife who herself is a bit car crazy at times. I owe my interest in cars to my dad and my upbringing on the farm.