Can’t help but to agree with everything you wrote so far on this post @Sacto Mitch.
While I tend not to care what people think, a big smile across someone’s face as you roll up in the Speedster goes a long way; the happiness this car instills for both me (the driver) and onlookers (whether it’s men, women and kids from 2 through 92), is pure gold. To me, it’s either pay a shrink or pay a mechanic [or Sierra Madre].
So when faced with the “challenge” of money no object, what Porsche would I own; I struggled. I may already have it (minus the Porsche part). So, to answer the question, maybe a nice Irish Green Speedster. I’d buy a basket case, hand it over to Emory, and work with him on delivering something magical.
I spent almost all of last week in Monterey. Car people from all over the world gathered in one spot. And our little clown cars were universally accepted. From people that didn’t know anything about cars, to professional restoration shops to billionaires with amassed collections.
The highlight of my week was allowing a young girl (posing next to my car) to get inside while parked alongside 17-mile. Next thing I knew, a number of cars stopped, and the kids lined up. At one time the line of kids was 9 deep (I wasn’t even parked on an active portion of 17-mile, I was near Cyprus Point Golf Club, tucked away on an impacted dirt turn-out). All ready to have their photo taken. I’ve had an amazing time driving the Speedster down in SLO with this group, but seeing the smiles on all those kids faces was probably the best moment I have had in my speedster.