Remembering my first Porsche moment
Killer-M | On 10, Jan 2013
I was around 4 years old, 1980 – yet some of the memories are still rather vivid, My father was leading the solidarity movement in one of Poland’s Shipyards at the time. Poland being a communist state, we received 24 hrs. notice that he, together with many other would be arrested. We had to flee to neighboring Austria. That night was chaotic and we could bring very little – the one toy I could never leave behind was a little Porsche 930 Turbo (macadamia colored, hotwheels – I think it was). That iconic car with me for many years after, traveling with us all the way to South Africa. It’s that little toy that solidified the dream of one day owning a Porsche Turbo. Fast forward a few decades and now I’m on my second Porsche, and not looking to change out any time soon.