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Brothers Wolfgang and Hans-Peter Porsche signed the underside of a Porsche Carrera GTS bonnet, owned by a Swede.
this particular oldtimer look picture perfect was still not exactly easy. And especially not cheap.” If you want original parts then you have to pay Porsche tax for every one of them. New plug cables cost me 300 €, for example. But you can get everything.” Amongst the beauties, it was the blood-orange RSR that stuck out the most. It underwent Porsche-unauthorised therapy, getting extended by 21 cm, had its weight reduced to 980 kilograms and its power upped to 341 hp. The car has no insulation, all the glass has been replaced by (lighter) plexiglass, it has a differential brake, a shorter gearbox, and a 3.6- instead of the original 2.7-litre engine. Apart from upgrading the electronics, carried out by a German company, this particular RSR was perfected in a home-grown workshop over two years. The organiser offered two possible routes to get from Postojna to the Croatian town of Rovinj. The first one was faster and mainly used motorways, while those who applied for the “Endurance” route, were given
instructions on navigating the bendy littoral roads up to the border crossing with Croatia and tackle more of the same in Istria towards the goal – Rovinj. No, it was not a race. Although, some participants did say that driving past ripe cherries, golden wheat and flowering poppy fields felt...pleasantly dynamic. An Italian, who was unloading a suitcase from an outside trunk of his silver 356 with Verona licence places, probably wasn’t exactly speeding through the turns. Not because of the age of the silver beauty, which, according to the owners, has been gaining value in recent years, but because he was accompanied not solely by his better half but by two daschunds as well. Two passengers, two dogs and luggage – in an approximately 1.3-meter high and 4-meter long oldtimer?! It obviously can be done. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. The dogs certainly didn’t look miffed. Rasto Ovin, the president of Porsche Club Slovenia, walks by. “Everything going as planned?” “Everything. It’s a constant madhouse, but it works, because we are like a family.
A couple from Verona with two dachshunds and luggage in a vintage 356.
See that gentleman carrying water bottles? He’s a manager of a successful company, but he helps just like everybody else. It wouldn’t be possible without dedicated individuals,” added Rasto from underneath his white hat, before asking the photographer and I to touch wood for weather. It didn’t help. It was pissing down in the morning. Drivers could only cast sorrowful eyes from the Lona and Eden hotels towards the parking lot, but... What had to be done had to be done. So they drove to the large parking just by the sea on the northern side of Rovinj. As the monitors directed the final Porsches to their spots, the sky ceased weeping, allowing the ladies and gentlemen to take cloth out from the cars’ boots and start shining their vehicles. Englishman Colin Billington even sprayed the tyres of his Cayman, making it look as if it just left the salon. He explained that he bought it new in 2006, sold it to a mate three years later and bought it from the same mate this year with the sole purpose of attending the meet in Slovenia and Croatia. So how is it to drive a car with the steering wheel on the right? “I’ve just got to trust her,” he laughed, pointing to his wife Mavis. “We were soaked by rain throughout Germany,” he added, saying that driving on wide slick tyres was quite a feat in such conditions. After completing the meeting, the couple crossed over the Alps to see the 24 Hours of Le Mans and then Colin is likely to sell the red-rimmed Cayman again. The easterly wind blew the last of the clouds away, the scent of cigars filled the air, tourists walked among the parked specimens and kids glued their faces onto glass panes, trying to find the largest numbers on the speedometer. People from all over Europe chatted about this, that and the other, laughed and took million photos with their smartphones. And as they began getting in line for the panoramic drive through the old part of the romantic Istrian town, a pleased grey-haired gentleman stood by the road, wearing well-worked red corduroys and a white T-shirt sporting a small Porsche emblem. Enthusiastically capturing the moments with an old camera, he turned out to be no other than Hans-Peter Porsche, the 1940-born grandson of Ferdinand Porsche, the father of the Porsche brand. Hans-Peter couldn’t hide his excite-