Everybody dreads going to the post office. It may not be quite as bad as, say, the DMV, unemployment office or your county courthouse, but it's rarely a pleasant experience and is often fraught with long lines and salty government employees.
A rare treat awaited me when I stepped out of my local post office this afternoon.
A '73-'74 Porsche 911 Carrera RS, beaming in the late-afternoon sun. Now I'm pretty sure that this one is a replica or "tribute" car. Since 911s used essentially the same body shell for nearly 20 years, it's not that difficult for an enthusiast to pick up the needed body parts and have them painted to match. Me?
But hey, that matters little to me. An original 911RS is the most-collectible of all 911s and would not be used for post office runs.
Someone can flog this car and not worry about the occasional ding.
One more shot of that sumptuous booty:
I stood around, admiring and snapping pix of the car for a few minutes, but the owner didn't show his face. Maybe he didn't like the idea of a stalker checking out his ride.