Again, I was never attacking, or even thinking about, anyone in particular. Only Keith's 20 mil overall.
Phil.... Sounds like great fun and a great memory. I have a similar one where we zipped around Upstate NY and western Vermont in a 1953 MG TD he restored when I was quite young, maybe between 3 and 6. He had that until I moved away, so I was lucky enough to get to drive it. I can still see autumn leaves swirling behind me in the rear view mirror as I ran it through rural Washington County. But we all know the Porsche 356 came along and the MGs went extinct.
I was the third owner of the shop (and there's now a fourth), but I added Audi, and that was the ticket. Audis must be 25:1 to Porsches in the Denver area, so it was a whole new world. Taking over an established shop meant a full slate of work on Day 1, but boy, by year three we had quadrupled with all those Audis. And for the record, it's POR-sha. It's a family name; it's the only way to say it. One "POR-sha", many "POR-shas". Took a dozen years til my Mom stopped saying 'Porsh'.