It's been nearly a year since my Porsche 912 appeared in the pages of Classic & Sports Car, and perhaps now is the right time to give it a fitting goodbye and explain exactly where it went.
Bought on a whim, as a telephone bidder at auction, I never even wanted a Porsche, but something about CAD461E captured my interest and before too long it was in my garage and my beloved MGB sold to a C&SC reader.
From that moment, it is fair to say that not a day went by when I didn't open the garage door and marvel at the fact that I had a Porsche. Equally, there was not a moment when I was behind the wheel when I didn't marvel at the stunning driving experience and the subsequent smile it put on my face. Even the costs of maintaining such a car couldn't ruin the day-to-day pleasure, although it is fair to say that there were frequent moments when the sums simply didn't add up.
And there was the location of the final straw. In fact, the straw was lurking under a small patch of rust that, when uncovered, turned out to be not so small at all. By the time the rust had been chased out, we were looking at a paper doilie with a Stuttgart badge stuck on the front. My heart sank to new depths.
