This 1973 Porsche 2.7 Carrera RS Is A Race Car For The Street
Over the past 40 years, the Carrera RS has earned a reputation as the greatest dual-purpose Porsche ever produced, the very essence of balanced quickness. In 1973, however, the RS was not certified for importation into the United States. And yet, somehow, four of these cars snuck across the border into the US. One of them, serial number 1309, ended up in the hands of famed race car driver and Porsche distributor Vasek Polek and now makes its home with Mr. Mark Haddawy, who seldom misses a chance to sling it through the canyons near his home in Los Angeles.
“Fine, we’ll do it ourselves.”If this isn’t stamped somewhere on the BMW M1, it surely should be. The car was originally conceived as a joint Lamborghini-BMW project that would produce a race car with enough street units to meet homologation rules for Group 4 racing. Trouble was, Lamborghini found itself in financial straits and the fellows up in Munich were thus left to finish the M1 on their own. What resulted was a Giugiaro-designed, mid-engined marvel that ended up being the fastest production car of its time.
Would you care to guess what the most winning Ferrari chassis in history is? It's not an ex-Formula One car and it isn't an Indy racer. It is, most likely, chassis number #0672, this 625/250 TRC. After a few races, Mr. John von Neumann ordered the first 250TR engine (#0750TR) and had Mr. Richie Ginther shoehorn the big V-12 into the diminutive TRC and created a legend.
Even though he'd been looking for a 911 (and has since owned several), he has completely fall for its light, quick manner and very predictable, solid handling. And while he doesn't consider the Porsche beautiful, Jack does think it looks "interesting" and loves the rarity. It may not be as popular as the 911, but this 914-6 ensures that the model, far from forgotten, will grow in prestige.
What began as indifference quickly morphed into an obsession.It also turned owner Alex Bermudez from a water-cooled Porsche driver into one who describes his 964-based “hot rod” The Growler as “unapologetically raw”—and just the thing for slaying tight mountain passes.
Other drivers speed past this Czech oddity without a second glance, seemingly oblivious to the car’s dorsal fin and triple headlights. But as Paul swings the Tatra into a parking space in front of a favorite local bistro, it’s as if he has brought the black teardrop to a stop in the middle of a Hollywood spotlight. Here come the second glances, the puzzled questions. "What in the world is that?"