I never dreamed of a Porsche. Until she changed my mind.

They say everyone has a car that marks them from childhood. But I didn't grow up with Porsche posters on my wall. I grew up with Mercedes. It was a bug my father passed on to me. For as long as I can remember, there was always some conversation going on about Mercedes, and the older I got, the more I understood why he loved it so much. Somewhere in my teens, the star on the hood started to mean something to me too. But not just any Mercedes. AMG was my world. My first real experience with that philosophy came with a C63S. It was the car that showed me what AMG means: character, sound and power in a package that could be everyday and special at the same time. Then came the big dream. The Mercedes-AMG GTS. For years I had it in my head. Specifically in Green Hell Magno. There was no second option. If I ever managed to get my dream car, this would be it. And eventually I did. In my first year after moving to Dubai, the AMG GTS became mine. I remember that moment and the strange feeling some dreams carry when they come true. You expect to feel something enormous, but often the brain needs time to grasp that something you only saw in photos until yesterday is now right in front of you. I really believed I had reached the top. That there was nothing more I wanted. Or at least that's what I thought.

The strange thing about certain cars is that they don't just change the way you drive. They change the world around you too. The AMG opened the door to a whole new scene. Supercar events, organized drives, late-night meetups and people who shared the same passion. Suddenly I was standing next to cars I had only ever seen in videos. Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche. And somewhere in there, one particular Porsche started showing up in front of me more and more often. The 911 Turbo. The 911 had always been in my mind, but it was one of those cars you admire without really believing it could ever be yours. The more I saw it, though, the more it won me over. It wasn't the GT3 RS that grabs all the attention. It was something different. The Turbo had its own way of commanding respect. The wide body, the strong shoulders, the calm looks and that sense that it didn't need to prove anything to anyone. It was a king who didn't need to shout. And every time I saw it, from behind the wheel of my Mercedes, two words went through my mind. One day. It wasn't a plan. There was no date. It was just a promise to myself.

Two years later I decided to list the AMG GTS for sale. Not because I really wanted it gone. The opposite. I had lived through a lot with it. I brought it from Dubai to Greece for a month and it was one of the most beautiful periods I've ever had with a car. I wanted to experience it on the roads where I grew up. The most special memory was Paxos. An AMG GTS on a small Greek island, with narrow roads, corners and the sea all around it. A car born for big roads and high speeds, sitting in such a different setting. And yet, that's where I enjoyed it more than ever. Because some cars you don't remember only for their performance. You remember them for the moments they gave you. When I put up the ad, I wasn't in a hurry to sell. I told myself that if the right person and the right price came along, I'd let it go. And that's what happened. A French businessman was interested and asked for a full technical inspection. I watched the mechanic examine the car from end to end, and every time I heard that everything was flawless, I felt a strange knot. I should have been happy. But the better the reports were, the more real it became that it would leave. And when it finally did, I didn't feel like I had simply sold a Mercedes. I felt like I was saying goodbye to a piece of a chapter of my life.

The search for the 911 Turbo began. A few weeks passed until it appeared. White. 992.1 Turbo. With Turbo S wheels and an interior of Alcantara and leather that was exactly how I had imagined it. I didn't think twice. I picked up my girlfriend and we went to see it. On the way I tried to keep my expectations low. I kept telling myself it might not be like in the photos. In the end the problem was something else. Someone had already beaten me to it. The salesman informed us that a deposit had already been placed. For a few minutes I felt like I had lost something I hadn't even had the chance to own. I only asked to see it. He took me down to the dealership's basement, where it sat among other supercars and hypercars. Cars that would normally grab all the attention. But I only looked at her. My girlfriend said to me: “It's okay, we'll find another one.” Maybe she was right. But I didn't want another one. I went back up to the salesman and told him I was ready to move forward immediately. He told me he first had to give the first buyer a chance. But if he couldn't complete the process soon, he would call me. That night my phone stayed by my side the whole time. The next day it rang. The first buyer wanted it in a month. The Turbo was mine.

Monday arrived slower than ever. When I went to collect it, it stood outside, ready. Plates on, service done and everything set. I got inside and for a good while I just looked. The steering wheel. The gauges. The switches. I didn't yet know all the details of the Porsche. And maybe that made the moment even more special. I was ready to get to know something new. The first drives were calm. I wanted to learn the car, not to prove anything. Until the moment came. Sport Plus. Manual. Throttle. I was used to the AMG GTS. A biturbo V8 with 510 horsepower. I thought I knew what fast meant. I was wrong. For a few seconds I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just trying to understand how a car could accelerate like that, without losing its composure for even a moment. That's when I understood why the 911 Turbo has that legend around it. It doesn't try to impress. It just does.

Over time I felt I wanted to give it something of my own. The white was gorgeous, but I felt it was missing a bit of my character. And then I remembered a 911 Turbo S in Viola Purple I used to have in Forza Horizon 5. It had always been one of my favorite cars in the game. The idea was clear. Viola Purple PPF. To protect the factory paint, but at the same time create something unique. When I saw it finished, I knew. This was it. It was no longer the Turbo I bought. It was my Turbo.

I collected it on February 26th with 11,500 kilometers. Today it already has around 21,000. And I still haven't had enough of it. Maybe because I still remember the person who only saw these Porsches in videos and games and believed they belonged to other people. In the end, some dreams don't replace the ones before them. They just grow with you. Once, “one day” was just a thought. Today it's parked in my garage.

Last but not Least

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