Thanks Robert M for looking in to it.
The story starts in about 1970. I was in school, and building
souped up VW’s with dual Holley Bug sprays that never
worked right. On the weekends, for fun, I would go out
on the Post Rd., and look for somebody to race. One day
a flat black 356 tries to pull away from me, and was
surprised that I could keep up. He and I became best
freinds and started working on cars together. I was the
engine builder, and he knew how to weld and do primitive
body work. We lived in a town in Ct. called Westport. I had
just moved there from the south Bronx. What a shock.
Anyway, back then we would find 356’s in peoples yards,
by them for $500.00, weld floors in them and sell them
for $2000.00 We had 4 Speedsters, and I don’t thinks we
paid more than a $1000.00 for any of them. One day, my
partner comes back to the shop and tells me he just found
an 356 split window Cab. He claimed it had wood in the
interior. He was going nuts. The next day, he left the shop
to run an errand, and never came back. His sister called
and told me he had fallen of his motorcycle. He had no
helmet on, and banged his head up pretty bad. He was in
the hospital for a while, and the old Cab never really
entired my mind. That was the end of our shop. Even
though he hit his head, he still remembered that old car.
To make a long, long story short, he bought it. It turned
out to be a 1950 Cab. Vin#5014. It was the 14th Porsche
of the assy line when Porsche moved back to Stuttgart.
It was the 1st steel bodied Cab ever made. He restored
it, drove it for 20 years and sold it for $90 K. The next
buyer put $200 K into it and sold it to the Factory.
I think it’s in the Porsche museum today. They paid
1.2 million for it. Tomorrow I’ll send some pictures of
when he and I redid it and drove it to Laguna Seca for
the 50th anniversary of Porsche.
