Porsche

Thanks MC. My father in law’s cousin (whom we affectionately call Uncle Ron) and his wife Nina recently sold their truly stunning home on the Quail golf course in Carmel.  My wife and I were invited as their guests on several occasions to attend the Concours on the Quail, as he knew I was a Porsche enthusiast. Regrettably never attended. We stayed in their beautiful home several times —- and like the Risingers, as you eloquently put it, the home and surrounding landscape are one thing, but Ron and Nina are another.  Very humble, genuine, gracious people who took us to an estuary, wineries, Doris Day’s restaurant in Carmel. Sadly they are having health issues and moved to an assisted living facility recently. 

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No offense taken. Appreciate the correction. I recently took an OP to task about their over abundance of commas and lack of periods.  Now that is being snarky. 

Noticed that I texted above my intent 9 years ago was to purchase an 85-99 air-cooled Porsche. I’m sure most here, if they recognized the typo, realized that I meant 85-89, knowing the last air-cooled Porsche was manufactured in ‘96. 

Glad to hear your friends are gems. I hope you never experience the suffocating cauldron of elitism that is Pebble.

We went there for the Historics the year Porsche was the featured marque. The wife thought the track would be a chore but she was sure the Concours would be fun so the deal was Laguna Seca Saturday, Pebble Sunday. Saturday at the track was a blast. An experience to remember. We both had a great time. The best.

Sunday at Pebble from the time we got there was like being in a fish bowl. Every single set of eyes searching around, every single brain focused on rating social status, financial status, like their life depended on it. My wife thought it would be such fun to hang out with the high class crowd. She never dreamed the high class crowd would be so incredibly judgmental.

We went in and ordered breakfast. Through the window we could see the most beautiful sight on Earth. Pebble truly does look like heaven on Earth. Beauty almost beyond words. With all the most beautiful cars in the world arrayed out on that impeccable beyond perfect lawn.

As we ate we kept looking around at that gorgeous view, and the people coming and going. The people coming and going all inspecting everyone while studiously avoiding appearing to be studying anyone.

My wife looks at me and says, "Could we go back to the track?" You bet! The whole way there she has this crestfallen look, could talk about little else but the people at Pebble. When we get to the track, step out of the Porsche into Laguna Seca, it was as if a great weight had been lifted. The air never so sweet. The people, angels. Truly this is heaven on Earth.