@Stan Galat posted:Yeah.
That's pretty much my story as well... except for the blown Miata, the 7 aftermarket ECUs, the Carrera turbo, and the Pelican expert parts. That and the 20 years of doing this.
Mike's been slumming with us here and sandbagging us with his "aw shucks" hakuna-matata shtick. Dude's an EFI luminary, masquerading as a simple guy with a tarped garage.
Pretty much like all the rest of us, only way, way different.
Stan beat me to it. I was planning to go copy Mike's very humble very understated intro to the group and reveal him for who he really is but Stan said it quite well.
However, I did copy his intro so we could all see if we missed something:
Background of the Plan: I've built and raced several scary fast cars and sold them all when we retired to Maui (our son and his family live here). Maui has WONDERFUL roads for driving, but also lots of distracted visitors in rental cars and on bicycles. I didn't want a car that tempted me to do something stupid, but I needed something for top-down fun. The last big build I did was a franken-911 cabriolet based on a 1982 911SC chassis rebuilt with the body panels from a 1995 911 Turbo. The engine was originally a 1979 930 (blown up). I bought a disassembled 1982 3.3 930 engine and took the best parts from each. It took me nearly 2 years to complete and put out 425 hp at the crank (de-tuned). So, it was a tribute car to the Porsche 993 Turbo Cabriolet that Porsche never sold to the public (they reportedly made 13 for friends of the family). It was rough, raw, competent and loads of fun. My wife drove it often, but complained about the pedal placement and lack of power steering etc. She had a 1996 911 cabrio that she thought was just the ticket (sold, too). So, my goal was to find a fun, sporty, but not dangerously fast car that we could use on our adventures around Maui. The IM Speedster ad showed up on Craigslist and I was sunk.
Oh, and he paired it with an unassuming photo of himself and he knew we would notice that he was barefoot while wearing shorts and his t-shirt. When no one questioned him he knew he had us fooled.
