I drove my husband from Lausanne to Basel, in order for him to drive back his old Porsche 356 ( “born” the same year than him : in 1964).
We’ve checked that all was ok in our last house because we are renting it.
Then, we hurried to drive back before the night on the highway because the lights on these old car is crap , I drove behind him to protect as the other cars were driving really faster.
That was an expedition , but we arrived safe and before the night.
How cool to have a car from his birth year! Actually, why did I call it a car? A Porsche is NOT a car, it's a magical flying carpet! A thing of beauty. And the dog is the perfect touch.
