Here she is... er, was, in all her Plum glory. And somehow, I liked her just the way she was before she had any work done. Before the talk of wider hips, shinier wheels, and brighter headlights, I loved the 944 Turbo. Unaffectionately dubbed the "Poor-Man's Porsche" and left to rust away in scrap yards everywhere, I wanted to save them all like neglected puppies on an ASPCA commercial when they cue "Arms of an Angel" in the background. Who would kick such a machine to the curb? Nearly-even weight distribution, superb handling, a non-widow-making front engine set up—all ingredients for a car that can manhandle the road—but the power plant was lack-luster and the thing just had problems. Possibly all of the problems. Hence their ubiquitous presence in every scrap yard. So, to all of my friends who warned me, I decided to build it anyway... the way Porsche should have to begin with (Porsche purists insert cringe here)... with an LS V8.