A 356 project was my first Porsche, followed by a very attractive used 1968 sand beige 912 soft window Targa. Having just sold the 912, I had decided to grow a down payment for our first house. London, Ontario in the 1970s wasn’t rife with Porsches or experienced service establishments. British cars were in vogue so I had to make contacts in Buffalo, NY. I advanced to parting 911s, but a request for a 914 front glass was received. No problem.
A week later, I came home to meet the customer who was already in the house. I was a neglectful host! I kept circling the silver 911 coupe that was in my driveway as if in a trance. The owner was Hans Gramlich. Inspired by what he had recently witnessed in Germany, Hans applied his fabrication genius and created steel versions of the RS F/R spoilers. During a planned pick-up of the windshield, I heard an interesting statement from Hans: He was building a car and the 911 might be for sale. How could anything top this car? I must have blurted out something to
the effect of “Let me know!”
Two years later the call came, but the timing was not ideal. I was comfortable without a Porsche, and money was earmarked for a house. Out of politeness, I agreed to a test drive (in Kincardine, of all places) but was hoping to
find a fault so that I could refuse it; I couldn’t, so I agreed to the purchase. A week later, in June of 1976, while driving my new acquisition home, I realized what a great vehicle I now owned. And I still do.
Ray Kazoks
A week later, I came home to meet the customer who was already in the house. I was a neglectful host! I kept circling the silver 911 coupe that was in my driveway as if in a trance. The owner was Hans Gramlich. Inspired by what he had recently witnessed in Germany, Hans applied his fabrication genius and created steel versions of the RS F/R spoilers. During a planned pick-up of the windshield, I heard an interesting statement from Hans: He was building a car and the 911 might be for sale. How could anything top this car? I must have blurted out something to
the effect of “Let me know!”
Two years later the call came, but the timing was not ideal. I was comfortable without a Porsche, and money was earmarked for a house. Out of politeness, I agreed to a test drive (in Kincardine, of all places) but was hoping to
find a fault so that I could refuse it; I couldn’t, so I agreed to the purchase. A week later, in June of 1976, while driving my new acquisition home, I realized what a great vehicle I now owned. And I still do.
Ray Kazoks
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