After 15 years of sleep in a barn, I finally decided to bring the old girl out into the sunlight. See attached photo's.
I was relocated to Southampton from Belfast due work commitments and had only wanted to park up my wee 924 for a few months whilst I settled into to a new environment. As the law of sod would have it, within a year I was offered a new job... Back in Belfast!!!!.... and moved back again. Whilst everyone else was making a fortune from the property boom, I was losing one.
My father, Ken, was a very gifted automotive engineer who could tune a car by holding a screwdriver between his ear and against the cylinder head and indeed won many awards whilst working for both Vauxhall and Ford in the 1970's to 1990's. In December 2013 he lost his battle with cancer but not his sense of humour. This spurred me on to attempt something in his honour and memory and in July 2014, I remembered I had left my beloved Porsche 924 in my brother's barn and decided to recommission. My Dad would have turned in his grave if we hadn't already cremated him. His standards were always well beyond my capabilities. The AULD plums.
I had had the foresight in 1999 to leave the car in neutral and with the handbrake off when I parked her up, but still she put up great resistance against my brothers 1950's something petrol tractor. Massey Ferguson 1.... Porsche 0. The collateral damage had begun.... Tow bar 1..... Radiator 0.
Any way, kicking and screaming she was dragged, pulled, shoved and bullied onto the borrowed car trailer (Thanks Dave Mercer). When I look back on it now, a 1.6 diesel Ford Focus estate, pulling the heaviest and oldest car trailer I have ever seen with a very angry Porsche 924 on it's back......... I would perhaps question the legality of it all. None the less, it did the job and the old girl arrived safely at my newly rented workshop. The real work begins!!!!
I was relocated to Southampton from Belfast due work commitments and had only wanted to park up my wee 924 for a few months whilst I settled into to a new environment. As the law of sod would have it, within a year I was offered a new job... Back in Belfast!!!!.... and moved back again. Whilst everyone else was making a fortune from the property boom, I was losing one.
My father, Ken, was a very gifted automotive engineer who could tune a car by holding a screwdriver between his ear and against the cylinder head and indeed won many awards whilst working for both Vauxhall and Ford in the 1970's to 1990's. In December 2013 he lost his battle with cancer but not his sense of humour. This spurred me on to attempt something in his honour and memory and in July 2014, I remembered I had left my beloved Porsche 924 in my brother's barn and decided to recommission. My Dad would have turned in his grave if we hadn't already cremated him. His standards were always well beyond my capabilities. The AULD plums.
I had had the foresight in 1999 to leave the car in neutral and with the handbrake off when I parked her up, but still she put up great resistance against my brothers 1950's something petrol tractor. Massey Ferguson 1.... Porsche 0. The collateral damage had begun.... Tow bar 1..... Radiator 0.
Any way, kicking and screaming she was dragged, pulled, shoved and bullied onto the borrowed car trailer (Thanks Dave Mercer). When I look back on it now, a 1.6 diesel Ford Focus estate, pulling the heaviest and oldest car trailer I have ever seen with a very angry Porsche 924 on it's back......... I would perhaps question the legality of it all. None the less, it did the job and the old girl arrived safely at my newly rented workshop. The real work begins!!!!
just my worthless opinion though 
look forward seeing the result of the build!
