From: RPierce894@aol.com
Sent: Monday, July 23, 2001 9:29 PM
To: 928
Subject: [928] Definitive 928

I replaced my clutch master and slave cylinder along with the blue and flex 
hose this weekend. I did not remove the brake master. This experience 
prompted me to wonder why, in the name of God, wasn't the clutch master 
designed to be replaced from the pedal side of the firewall?  It was a rare 
moment when, after completing the installation and ready to bleed (the clutch 
not me), I discovered the blue hose had come off the master while being 
juggled into position. I had to unbolt and start over. This was somewhat 
disappointing. While updating the Excel service records on the home PC, I 
came across this little bit of saved 928 related text which helped me to 
understand why I would spend 9 hours in the parking lot of my condo, in the 
blazing sun, testing my sanity...(yeah I know, that's a long time - I'm good 
not fast) and in some twisted way have considered myself to have had a good 
time. I hope Stuart doesn't mind me quoting him.

Definitive 928 ...

We've all read a lot about the 928, but I thought I'd share the one little 
piece of writing that I always come back to, that I regard as the 
quintessential snapshot, and a lovely short piece of writing. You would 
probably have seen it - it was originally published in Car and Driver way 
back in 1978, and reprinted in the '928 takes on the Competition' book. 
(p.16).
"Cynics and died-in-the-wool 911 and 356 fanatics tend to write the 928 off 
as a cross between a 924 and a Corvette. They're wrong. If you approach this 
car with an open mind, open the door, sit down, fire it up and drive it away, 
it will quite simply blow your mind. To get out of whatever you were driving 
and take the 928 for a spin is as liberating as your first ride on a 
motorcycle, your first kiss from a girl who knew how. You may frighten 
yourself, in a burst of unbridled enthusiasm, but the 928 won't. It's a 
rolling womb of whispering, humming, tactile assurances that everything on 
this particular road on this particular day is going to be all right. 
Dreamlike, you fly down the road like a bat out of hell with nothing more 
than the blurring of the trees and the moan of the engine to call your 
attention to the speedometer. This is grand touring, folks, and whatever it 
costs, it's worth it." - David E. Davis, Jr. Apr 1978
... and I don't think the goalposts have moved THAT far in 22 years.
Stuart Greaves

Rich Pierce
87 5banger (shifting much better) 62,000