Mark Tingey’s ’89 911 Carrera 4 clearly has a lot of draw. Its white-on-white styling nestles it comfortably somewhere in between the 80s and 90s, and its perfect paint, stature, and presence command a bit of respect. Catering a bit to all tastes but the bland, it’s a 964 we can all happily envision in our own garage. In fact, Mark’s story with this 911 began just that way.
We can safely say it: we’ve survived yet another SEMA. Even after attending my ninth SEMA this year, they don’t get any easier. It’s a week-long challenge for the feet, the joints, and the liver, thanks to alcohol-fueled antics that follow the show each night. This year was a resounding success, not only for ourselves and our Motul-liveried “Parts Car,” but for the StanceWorks family of vendors and sponsors too.
It’s been almost six months since I purchased my FJ60, following an accident that rendered my FJ62 Land Cruiser a total loss. I purchased this particular FJ60, bone stock, for two reasons: it’s completely rust free, and it is, if you ask me, the best color the chassis ever came in. After all, there’s a reason new Tacomas are offered in a similar hue.
To put it simply, there aren’t a lot of cars that make me smile. By looking at them, I mean. Sure, time spent behind the wheel, with the pedal down and the revs up will almost always lead to a release of endorphins, it’s difficult for a car to evoke an emotion of happiness from its presence alone.
It was just an un-assuming little squareback, sitting in California waiting for a new owner to claim it. The beige wagon wore layers of paint over body panels that had seen a rough handful of decades, but its patina was endearing in a way. Fortunately for the old aircooled, the boys at Type 2 Detectives were back in the States and on the hunt for the perfect transportation during their stay here.