The Origin Story

Growing up in Heidenheim, just a short drive from Stuttgart, I was undoubtedly destined to become a Porsche enthusiast. As a young boy, I'd constantly pester my father to place me in anything with four wheels. Whether it was a flashy car on a carnival ride or the red self-propelled Bobby-Car, my passion for cars was always there. The excitement in me grew as I realized that cars were more than just machines; they were a way of life.

As I got older and wiser, the car plastered on my wall was a 1996 Arena Red Porsche 911 4S. It was in that moment that I knew, without a doubt, that I would one day have a Porsche of my own. I'd spend countless hours reading every tidbit of information I could find about Porsche, getting to know all the models, the optional trims, and the horsepower behind each one. I'd daydream about my perfect Porsche, imagining it in every color and variation.

During my teenage years, I'd eagerly admire every Porsche that crossed my path. I'd make regular trips to the dealership to check out the latest designs, the cutting-edge technology, and the most robust engines. One of my best friends in college had a 944, and boy, did he make that car sing. Every single day, I yearned for a Porsche, and every single day, I'd just sit and drool, whispering to myself, "One day, Martin, one day."

Life took its course, and before I knew it, I was working full-time at my machining company, and I became a father. All the extra money I once had seemed to disappear. I drove a practical car, always a European one, of course, but it made sense for my lifestyle. My lifelong dream of owning a Porsche was tucked away, with me thinking it was a distant dream.

A few more years passed, and I finally made a decision. It was time to search for my first Porsche. I set my sights on a Macan – the "all in one" solution that suited my needs perfectly. But it couldn't just be any Macan; it had to be a Turbo. I called about several Porsche Macan Turbos, but each time, I struck out. Finally, I came across a listing for a black Macan Turbo in NYC, no pictures, just the build sheet and mileage. I called immediately, asked for the salesman, and told him, "Consider it SOLD." Two weeks later, it was on its way HOME.

Oh boy, when that beast was delivered to my house, I was like a kid in a candy store. I immediately got to work customizing and tweaking it in every way possible. After all, Porsche is known for being the most customizable car, and that's what makes them so awesome! I changed the trim color and skid plate colors, amped up the exhaust, and there was no turning back. The Porsche bug had bitten me, and it bit hard.

What's even more incredible is that my son caught the Porsche bug too. Together, we attended a few Porsche events, met amazing people, and that led us to join the Porsche Club of America. Today, I can proudly say that we are members, and I'm currently serving as the Vice President of the PCA Warbonnets in Oklahoma City, OK. This journey is no longer just mine; it's something my son and I share, and it's brought us closer together.

Throughout my life, I'd envisioned and dreamed of my Porsche journey, and now, it's all coming to life in ways I never imagined. But the story doesn't end there. We've got big plans ahead, and we're expanding our passion for cars to the next level. My son and I have decided to create apparel that allow others to proudly show their love for cars just like we do. We're excited about this new endeavor, and we can't wait to see what the future holds for us and our ever-growing Porsche family. It's a thrilling journey that we're happy to share with the world!