356 Musings

Was a 356 the car you really wanted?  I remember the first 356 I rode in (I had to curl my 6′ 2″ self across the jump seats as I drew the short straw) but I immediately wanted one, nevertheless.  And the first one I drove?  I had my 911 into a wheel shop when, astonishingly, the owner gave me the keys to his pristine red Cabrio so I could dash across the San Fernando Valley and down the San Diego Freeway (I think they refer to them numerically now) and pick up a part for him while he attended to my car.  Top down in SoCal; I went to heaven that day.

Two or three days ago, this new piece appeared on Jay Leno’s site:

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