It’s August 19, 2016, the day before the wedding. For years I had been planning to embark on the greatest roadtrip of my life – marriage with Kerstin, the love of my life, and in a Porsche I’d restored myself. After eight years of repairs, everything looked good to go. The car had received its registration three days before. But now nothing worked. The engine went on strike; it was a total breakdown.
The thing between Porsche and me began back in the eighties when I was drifting up sandbox hills with my first Matchbox Porsche. In 2009, for my 30th birthday, I bought the 1965 SWB in the US. I had already restored a Golf and was completely unaware of what the exploding prices for spare parts could do to my restoration budget. What could possibly go wrong?