I get it, but most Porsche guys are really not ready for somebody like me. I'm for sure not ready for most of them. I fit better with the guys sticking V-Techs in old Minis or bolting a blower on a Flathead.
For me, the "what do you say when somebody asks what it is?" angst is an easy call-- it's a plastic clown car with a fancy lawn-mower engine. Letting the air out of the "P"-car guy all set to tear down my "fake" sets me up to just talk about the car itself, which I think is pretty cool. Almost all of them love it, but end up thinking I'm nuts for putting large chunks of time and treasure into a... what is it again?
The dudes with the 996s (or 'vettes for that matter) who look down on my car crack me up. Most of 'em couldn't change their own wiper-blades.
A guy with a '17 GTS crawled all over and under the car at a Cars and Coffee this summer and said, "I'd love to invite you to join our Porsche club, but... well...". I finished for him, "it's a mutt".
He said, "yeah" and walked off. I loved that.
I'm OK not fitting anywhere but here.