On the eve of my great road trip, I’m starting to get a little nervous. I went to the gas station to fill up on 87 octane. I checked, and re-checked the oil. I am leaving at 5AM tomorrow, and at this point all I can do is cross my fingers and hope. The car has been good over the last 8000 miles or so since I bought it, so we can only hope that it continues to be so. Every time I drive it I psych myself into hearing some new sound I hadn’t heard before, or smelling a new smell. The psychosomatic symptoms of vintage car ownership.
In order to alleviate some of my fears, I packed everything I thought I might eventually need for 20 days on the road. I’ve got tools and a spare and a jack and road flares and a survival kit. I have clothes; dressy clothes, business casual clothes, and lots of t-shirts, and a change of shoes. I have a tent and a sleeping roll, sleeping bag, extra blanket, pillows, and a tarp. I have camera gear. I have a laptop. I have a really awesome power bank/jump pack/air compressor. Food and snacks and If I thought I needed it, I brought it along.
The question becomes, can I pack all of this stuff in an old Porsche? With a bit of economic space use, I sure can. This is not a high-quality video, and you can still hear my dogs barking and the neighbor using his power tools, but here’s ten gallons of junk going into a five-gallon pail. It’s a tight fit, and I already take up a lot of space, so we’ll have to see how comfortable it is when we get underway.
Because I’m skipping the Porsche fanatics show Luftgekuhlt to go on this road trip, you can follow my exploits on Instagram with the hashtag #ungekühlt. Look for periodic updates from the road on this very site.