Bruce Meyer drove his Le Mans-winning Porsche 935 to Luftgekuhlt this weekend.
The Kremer brothers, Erwin and Manfred, began preparing Porsche 935s in 1976, tearing the cars to pieces: "they probed for weaknesses," said Speedhunters, "improved, evolved, machined and twisted 911s into new, uncompromising racing battleships." The result was so successful that they sold their Kremer K1s—and later the K2, K3, and K4—to racing teams outright. This very Kremer K3 won the 24 Hours of Le Mans in 1979, outright—with Klaus Ludwig, and Don and Bill Wittington, it beat out a crowded field of 55 entrants, most of them being 934s and 935s themselves. And because it was the Whittington brothers, who were up to no good, Meyer nearly had his 935 repossessed by the DEA. Sort of.
"Once the car was finished," said Kremer racing manager Achim Stroth, "we took it on the autobahn at night for a road test!"
So there's a precedent for this sort of thing, jah.
The great thing about Bruce Meyer, as I found out two years ago, is that he's doing all of the things we would do if we had the money. Buy an E-Type lightweight? Sure. Put a GT40 engine in a '32 Ford roadster? Yep. Give untold money to the Petersen? Yes, again and again. (Full disclosure: he is a board member of my fair benefactor, the Petersen Automotive Museum.)
Would we drive a finicky, high-strung, obnoxious racing wedge through the politer bits of Los Angeles? Hand over the keys, we have a grocery run.
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Later, Meyer took the 935 home to Beverly Hills, popping and blatting and spitting fire along the way, and accidentally holding up two lanes of traffic while he negotiated a particularly bumpy bridge section on La Cienega. Race cars, of course, need not worry about the whims of the DOT.
Make way for whale tails!