'914 High Rate of Speed.'

In the Heart of the Porsche Dream
We dream what we need at a high rate of speed,
On open roads where freedom’s freed.
A labyrinth unfolds with every turn,
In metal, in spirit, our passions burn.
Through sleepless nights, the hunt begins,
For the muse we chase, the car that wins.
Chrome and curves, she gleams so bright,
A classic beauty bathed in morning light.
At Oscar’s house, the day took flight,
Thanks to Breakfast from his wonderful Wife,
With friends and stories, engines bright.
From hands that labored, love took shape,
In every bolt, each tool, each scrape.
Through hills and valleys, we flew as one,
Porsche 914s beneath the sun.
To Perris we rolled, in formation tight,
A symphony of engines, pure delight.
Each story told, each journey shared,
The trials we conquered, the joy we bared.
For a Porsche is more than steel and glass-
She’s as intoxicating as a lass from our past.
The dream is the journey, and we live for the ride,
With old friends beside us, and new ones to guide.
In the heart of the engine, a truth we find:
We dream what we need, with passion unlined.