O.K.: so the above photo's represent the end of the first two weeks of knowing this car.
I'd been re-restoring a E21 BMW 323i that had been mine for eight years or so. It was thoroughly rotton, and boasted 330,000 miles. At this point I was level with the doors, and having dealt with new front chassis legs, front panel, inner wings repairs, and inner, middle and outer wings. There was still plenty of rot to deal with including boot floor, inner and outer rear wings, plus chassis legs and rear panel.
About this time an old friend popped in to see how things were going. He looked at me, I looked at him, and at the same we said 'it's clucked' (or similar). As it happened, he said he had a much better project for me....
Cut to him peeling back a tarp from the 911. He started at the rear: whale-tail (no problem, not too bad), then those arches (

, oh well, the rear wings would need doing anyway), then the glass DIY sunroof (

), and finally the full beauty of the front end was revealed (oh dear

). The icing on the cake was the fact that the car had been left in the rain through a whole winter with no airfilter housing or carbs. A look down the inlets confirmed the worst: solid chunks of corrosion everywhere.
Now all of this time he had been hinting at a pretty keen price 'it'll be so cheap you could chuck it in a barn and forget about it'. It was the best suggestion he'd made so far.
Still, you know me, and before long I'd talked myself into it, and a dreadful (for me) deal was done £2250 changed hands, and I got the car (with no paperwork at all, no keys, and the ignition lock poured over the driver's seat). Bargain! In my defence, it did come with a derelict 'E' engine, complete with (it turned out) a sumpful of water.
The journey home was a bit of a classic. We towed the 911 out of his barn with his rusty, trusty Suzuki 410 Jeep, and continued to tow it the four miles or so back here. The highlight of this was when a rear wheel bearing failed noisily just outside of the local primary school, perfectly timed for the end of the school day. Mark, the P.O. was happily oblivious to this, and continued towing merrily as the wheel bearing broke into more and more pieces.
The car sat on the drive for a few days, catching, as you can imagine, admiring glances from all

. It's true to say 'jealous' really wasn't the word. I had a couple of friends due to arrive so I thought I'd get the car into the garage before they got here. As I let the car down the steep drive bit by bit, it suddenly jumped the chocks, and with me leaning through the driver's window desparately trying to find the handbrake. I knew I was in serious trouble as I had lined the car up to shave down the garage door pillar. The car missed the pillar by 1/4 inch, unlike me. I got wedged between the car and the post hard enough to stop the car dead (I never did get to the handbrake). I must have looked pretty cool smeared down this wreck of a 911, with my legs now pinned down the side of the car (literally horizontal).
One way or another, I got the handbrake on, and wriggled out. Just then my friends turned up. Already both legs (and arse) were turning blue and I couldn't move at all. Still, they were very good and afforded me the sympathy I deserved. I've never seen a grown man wet himself before

.
This pretty much set the trend for the whole restoration ....
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