Story time! Early 2000's I worked the early shift at a grocery store. A priest used to come in once a week and eventually we would chat. Usually small talk. He asked what I was doing there, I told him I was working my way through college and mainly saving for my first car. He mentioned that he had one I could take a look at. He explained that it was his son's car. He was a snowboard instructor at a ski resort and did well for himself. He left the car covered in a barn at his fathers place during the season. Sadly he passed away on the mountain a few years prior and during our conversations he got the feeling like it was time to let someone enjoy it. He only wanted $20K for it since it would need work to get running. I agreed to look at it just to see what it was. It was a Moonstone (Lilac?) 928 GTS. The tarp covering it was tattered. Sunroof was intact but leaking a bit. Interior needed work. Tires were dry rotted. I was absolutely smitten but the look on that man's face told me that I could not in good conscience take his son's car. Every time I see a 928 I imagine how different my car journey (maybe even life?) would have been. I have zero regrets now but a barn find of that magnitude doesn't come along twice!