Porsche Stories Volume 4 Part 1

The tires squealed as my brown Targa came off the ramp to the 4th floor of the parking garage. It was Monday morning, I knew for sure because of the way I laid on the glass of the revolving door, as it spun me back to reality. I walked back into that off white haze of fluorescent lighting that is my office. It was 8 AM, and already phones were on fire, …