Having owned a long line of those antique 356s, Jack was ready to try something different when, in 1994, he came across this Continental in Hood River, Oregon. Once he got it back to his garage in Texas, he set about transforming the car into a 356 of his own. Purists may scowl, but Jack finally has the Porsche he always wanted.
As a kid growing up near Detroit, Mr. Hans Abrahams was surrounded by American muscle cars. His father, however, hailed from Britain and introduced young Hans to the world of 1960s European Rally Championships. Hans’s cars now include a Canadian-built 1967 Volvo 123 GT, a 1966 Sunbeam Tiger Mark I-A, and a 1965 MG B, and when he cranks the ignition on these cars, you’ll abandon just about every notion you have about staid Volvo family-haulers and dowdy British sports cars.
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.
It’s quite rare to see a 1973 Ferrari 365 GTB/4 “Daytona” pressed into daily service, racking up nearly 40,000 miles in the process. Lange’s dad passed the car onto him at 30—much earlier than promised, so that his son could enjoy the car.“It just puts a big smile on my face, getting behind the wheel and driving this car,” he says. “But when I first got the car, it scared me. A lot.” With more power and less grip than he was used to, he had to learn how to operate the 12-cylinder “Daytona.”