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Byline: PHIL BERG
John Dixon likes fast Porsches and a good laugh
"If you can't make fun of yourself, you can't make fun of anyone else,'' says John Dixon, a soft-spoken 55-year-old with puppy-dog eyes and a quiet, humble demeanor who enjoys droll ambushes on an overwhelmingly inventive scale. He never tells jokes, but his friends stumble upon a witty epitaph, a sly cartoon or a blatant wall-high cartoon with every step they take in the 23,000-square-foot garage he calls the Taj Ma Garaj.
Dixon wasn't joking one day in 1970 when he was passed by a Porsche. Dixon had a badass Chevy with a 396 V8 pumping out 375 of yesterday's horses, and he was on his way across the state to school. A 911 passed him, so he gave chase. "I couldn't believe how fast this guy was going. I mean, he wasn't walking away from me, but to keep up with him, my brakes were fading and my wide-track belted bias-ply tires were plowing all over. You think driving on an interstate wouldn't be hard, but at 100 mph, you do have to ...