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.
Ever since moving to California, Josh Dahlstrom has been jonesing for an E34. He’s had a few in the past, and following a 2 year bout with a C5 Vette, he’s been ready to return to his roots. He recently lucked out, finding a well-maintained 535i 5-speed in need of a new home. With Island Green Metallic paint, a manual transmission, and an enormous binder of ownership records, it ticked a lot of boxes.
The story began in a barn nestled in the Northern California countryside. Amidst the fervor surrounding Porsches this year, Dorian Valenzuela, of DV Mechanics, uncovered a Porsche 964 that had been parked, unloved for years, and remained undiscovered by the droves of eager Porsche buyers. In a previous life, the 964 was a dedicated track car. It’s interior had been stripped to house a cage, and trackside repairs and modifications left it in a pieced-together state.
My weekend morning started off with a call from Matt Crooke of Fifteen52. I’ve learned to trust his suggestions, so when he followed up the phone call with an unfamiliar Los Angeles address, I simply packed up my camera and hit the 405 North. The GPS led me up the busy freeway and over the hills of LA before exiting off onto an industrial street. The weekend left the street barren aside from a few recognizable cars, so I continued into the garage where everyone had gathered.
It was just more than a year ago that StanceWorks partnered with Amir Bentatou and his ’97 BMW M3 in an attempt to take on the world of Time Attack racing. Our first foray into the world of Motorsports began with Super Lap Battle 2013, where we took home a second place finish in the Enthusiast Class, with a margin of a mere two-tenths of a second behind the winner. However, that wasn’t enough to satisfy our appetite for victory.