|In 1969 my father, Kim Flint Sr., bought a brand-new burgandy Porsche 912 Targa. It was a beautiful car. He and my mom enjoyed cruising about the Bay Area in it. In November of 1969, I was born. My parents drove me home from the hospital in that Porsche. While I was an infant, my parents used to strap my baby seat into the rear bucket seats of the Porsche and take me for drives.
In 1971, my mom was pregnant with my brother Kevin. My parents decided they needed a more practical car for my mom and her growing family, and so my dad sold his Porsche so that he could buy her a green Datsun station wagon. This of course, was a very traumatic event for my parents! (especially dad...) Throughout my life I have heard stories about that car.
My dad sold the Porsche to a man named Spencer Aust, who apparently had a passion for sports cars. My dad didn't know him, he was just the fellow who bought the car. In negotiating the price, my dad took off $100 in exchange for a clause in the seller's contract. If Spencer ever sold that car, my dad would get the first opportunity to buy it. I think that made my dad feel better about it all.
30 years later, Spencer Aust called my Dad.
Here are some pictures of that day, April 28, 2001, as well as a few of the early days of both the car and me.
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