Back in the mid-'70s I was a service writer for a Porsche dealer in Texas. I'm a 19 year old kid driving Turbo Carreras, 914-6s, and 911S was a common as a ham sandwich. Driving those cars on the afternoon - empty Texas interstate highways was a dream come true!
I was driving a customer's 911 Targa top that had come out of the alignment shop. I was accelerating through 90 looking for 110 on my favorite second story cloverleaf when the hood opened up! Hood hinges tore through the body to the windshield. Hood bent over the top of the windshield and broke out the Targa top. Glass in my lap, wind blowing everywhere and I can't see squat out what used to be the windshield.
Limped the car back to the dealership and the owner is dressing me down, telling me where I'm going to be after he is done with me. The owner of the 911 shows up and tells the owner of the dealership he doesn't want anyone in service driving his cars but me! The guy thinks I save his life cause he drives like a mad man and thinks he would of had the big one if he was behind the wheel.
Come to find out, before the front end alignment, the body shop had rebuilt the front end. They billed for a new front hood safety latch and actually hammered out and reused the old one.
Man, those were fun times!:steering:
