Like many other 1980s sports cars, the 944 has earned the reputation as an engine swap candidate. To help it earn that reputation, let me start off by saying that even when introduced, the 944 wasn't the most powerful two-door sports car offered. Surely, the Turbo was decent, but what about the base model?
Well, it was what it was; I've written times amany about the 944, and how its roots are from the 924, which was anything but a Porsche, and how the 924 was a dawdling piece of crap not worthy of the Porsche crest-- but that doesn't mean I don't like them. As with any facelifted car, I can see past the facelift, and see past the new wheel trims, the rear spoiler, other styling alterations; to me, the 944 immediately looks like a 924 with changes--which it is. But it's not a bad car. It's just a bad Porsche.
This example is probably the nicest 944 I've ever seen parked on the street; gleaming paint in a dreary sky, spotless teledials that do not sport one little ounce of curb rash, and black trim that looks immaculate, I could go on and on.
The 944 is often a "forgotten" Porsche, and therefore many examples are abused, hacked into track cars, or simply neglected. To see one in pristine shape in the middle of the rustbelt is nothing short of amazing. I could not find one fault with this car--and that says something. I'm generally pretty picky about cars that are still somewhat common.
As it stands, this is the nicest 944 I've seen--and I would gladly sport it. Would I like a 951 more? Absolutely. But would I cherish it as much? Probably not. I'd drive the wheels of it whilst I cherish and covet this one. Base 944s are getting more scarce, and the possibility of them being the next "collector Porsche" is very real. And I bet "resale red" only helps the cause.
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