I must keep telling myself this. Davey G picked up a 914 a few months back and I’ve been hearing tell of how awesome it is just about ever since.
I will never own a Porsche 914.
I’ve no patience, and in truth, barely enough skill, for replacing fuel pumps, re-installing jacking points and chasing down sneak currents. And I live in a country where the number of worthy, and indeed unworthy, 914s can probably be counted on, if not one, then both hands.
I must resist the stern modernist lines. I must resist the gloriously optimistic 1970s German palette. The minimalism so severe as to make an MX-5 seem Baroque.