Author archive for Kris Clewell


I’ve driven my 1972 911 over 44k miles in the last 4-5 years. I couldn’t believe it once we’d figured it out. Some friends and I had been sitting over pizza, wondering how much it costs every time you redline the engine. 5 cents? 10?  We never really nailed down a figure, but we did find an old odometer photo back from when I rebuilt the motor. I compared it to the current reading.

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The snow outside is probably going to stick. The salt trucks are out here in Minnesota. The road and cars are covered with the white dust the county lays out on the road to keep us all from freezing to death in a ditch. This means my ‘72 911 is tucked safely away in the garage. I didn’t even have a chance to take it out one last time.
 
Winter rolled in more swiftly than usual this year, once again putting motoring itself in extended stasis.

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The econobox has been around for decades now. Volkswagen built the Rabbit. Honda gave us the Civic. Chevy lauded the Chevette. We even got things like a Dodge Omni and Shadow. All were purpose built to get great gas mileage and to haul as much random urban items (milk crates full of records, coolers full of beer, tents, surf boards) and people (read: clown car) as possible in the smallest chassis size that would be acceptable to the buyers.

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I first laid eyes on this Albert Blue 911 at the annual HAWK event held at the historic Road America circuit. It was tucked neatly away under a tent Accumoto had set up to support its race crew. Pedestrians circled it with their thumbs on their chin, the knowledgeable ones picking out the subtle details that separated the car from “just another early 911.

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The word “craftsman” is thrown around casually in today’s society. It’s stamped on tools and used all over television. Things are processed and assembled at a furious rate as manufacturers race their competitors to the bottom line. There is a whole generation wandering aimlessly through alleys of mediocrity built by a culture of that expediency.

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