Jaundiced Eye.(Porsche Rennsport Reunion observations)(Brief Article)

I can't imagine what brought me to be so dour when I wrote about the Porsche Rennsport Reunion. After giving a rather skimpy and inaccurate history of Porsche in the United States I said I was off to the reunion looking forward to not much more than encountering a clan of Porschenatics-of whom there are no more fanatical-something I implied was to be compared to a toenailectomy.

Let me herewith recant: I've rarely been in one place with so many remarkable cars and distinguished drivers at one time in my life, and the food was good too. I remembered Lime Rock from my salad days as a journalist and remembered it with affection. So when Kevin Wilson and I rallied up through New Jersey and New York in a Boxster S much came back with nostalgic pleasure.

When I think of what Porsche and Brian Redman's Intercontinental Events put together for that weekend I am astonished, not so much for the magnitude of the enterprise but because of its concept. Only a handful of car companies can even think of bringing in the historic cars from their museums and the champions who drove them, all for the pleasure of their current owners. But it wasn't corporate altruism that was at work here. It was reinforcement of the importance of ownership of a Porsche. You are what you drive and if you drive a Porsche, Rennsport was saying, you were very special indeed.

So there were the museum cars including the 917/30, ...