In 1995, my dad bought his 1979 Porsche 911 for 11K from a neurosurgeon. It was running on only 3 of 6 cylinders, and he cut up the electrical system trying to fix the security system. Turns out it only needed the Porsche factory switch, a minor fix, but Doc's electrical hack job caused a lot of headaches for my Dad and it took him a few years to get it fully up and running. That meant on Friday morning I’d get a ride to school in the coolest car. And every Friday at that same time Oldies 98 would play their own rendition of Frank Sinatra’s 'My Way' only they changed the lyrics to 'It’s finally Friday'. It was about the glorious last day of the work week. 'It’s finally Friday! Oh what is a job, what is a career, 5 days a week, 12 months a year…' I wish I remembered more, or could somehow hear it again. But it was almost like it was our own special song playing on our special weekly ride together in my dad's own bad ass car. And I felt so special. Fast forward decades later to Christmas Eve 2020. My husband Michael owned a mechanic shop and the Porsche was in for AC upgrades. It was a stormy Christmas Eve, my stepmom had recently died, and we were on the way home from their farm. We passed the shop and when we saw it our hearts sank. A tent blew on top of the Porsche. The Porsche was already overdue for a paint job, but it for sure needed it now. The next headache would be finding someone willing to do the job. In 2024 Michael was working at a body shop and decided to handle the body work and disassembly (amongst other things) himself. And he luckily found a coworker willing to paint the car! Like any classic rebuild there have been several setbacks along the way, including those caused from an accident the prior owner had. But it's been a labor of love for a beautiful car. I took pictures throughout the process. The newest pics appear at the top, and then I show how it looked before it went to paint and some of the issues we were dealing with, and of course my dad seeing it come back from paint.