By Rex McAfee
Unlikely Home for a Spectacular Collection:
Remember the days of going to a Porsche dealership as a teen? How could anyone resist wanting to leave their fingerprints all over a new 911 Turbo in Arctic Silver? It was just a matter of time before the salesman reluctantly got up to ask, “Can I help you?” using a tone of voice that meant, “Beat it, kid.” On a few occasions, I was brave enough to “procure” a factory sales brochure on the way out, but those moments were rare. Over three decades later, visiting Porsche Santa Clarita in Southern California brought back some of that childhood excitement. There’s no substitute for the sight and smell of a new Porsche sitting on a showroom floor, and today would even be more special for what lay one floor below; Wunderland.
