Remember the `08 911 Turbo cabrio from the last auction, the one I bought with the intent to sell? Well, after having it serviced, nothing major, and detailing it, we found a buyer. For fairly close to retail too, partly because it has such low mileage and because it's a rather rare 6-spd M/T cabrio, in triple black (only 80 of those were built). It may just be the only manly, convertible, modern Porsche I've ever seen. No, it doesn't stop most hipster idiots and JDM tuners from thinking it's a Boxster, but once you put your foot in it, they soon learn the difference. Err, anyway, I digress. So the guy said he wanted it then disappeared for a couple days, then he called and said he was waffling (likely trying to haggle me down), and I told him to think about it, but that I couldn't guarantee it would be available later. He said, "okay, I understand".
Fast forward a couple weeks, and during that time I've been driving it. The fact is, I like it, a lot. The steering is to die for, no electronic crap here, and it feels crisp, especially with its optional CC brakes and the best 3-pedal action since bicycles-built-for-2 were all the rage. It was made for heel-toe, believe it, and there's the awesome, awesome gearbox. The 6-spd in it puts the 7 in the 991 to shame, badly. You have to believe that Porsche did that on purpose to kill manual tranny sales and push people to PDK, there's no question. Boo! Well, since the guy didn't get in touch with us, I decided I wasn't going to look for another buyer and we swapped the ECU and dyno tuned it, for an extra 60hp (up to 550), put on some lighter blacked-out HRE wheels, and brand new Pilot SS rubber. Holy crap, all that combined puts it up into supercar territory, with a real 3sec 0-60 and more grip than just about anything I've ever driven.
Anyhow, I fell in love after that... and sure enough, today the guy who was previously interested called to tell me he's interested again. So we told him that, regrettably, it wasn't available anymore. Then he called again and *I* told him that it wasn't available, he asked if I'd sold it to someone else and I told him, "no, I've become attached to it and decided to keep it". I explained that we put a lot more money and work into it and now it isn't for sale. Well, that set him off. He offered more money, I said no. He practically begged, I said, "sorry, but no". Then he got nasty and started swearing at me, so I told him to act his age (he's a little older than I am). That didn't go well at all, because then he threatened me with, "I'll make sure you get yours, MF'er". So I hung up on him. Why do I get these lunatics? What am I doing to attract them? Now I suppose I have some hot-head, cowboy, restaurateur out to get me.