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As you’ve probably seen from the gazillion pics on the socials, RR7 was nothing short of legendary. But let me tell you, the most epic part was getting there.

Eight dudes, eight Porsches, a mix ranging from a 991.2 GT3RS to a vintage ’78 930, setting off on a 600-mile road trip. Now, you don’t need a crystal ball to know that this plan was destined for unplanned detours. It was just a matter of when and how.

The grand plan? Oh, it waved goodbye the moment we rolled out of the parking lot a solid two hours behind schedule. Chaos ensued. Some cars up front hit the gas station pit stop, while the eager beavers behind missed the memo and zoomed on. Result? We were scattered like confetti.

Then, darkness crept in just as we hit those twisty roads we’d been salivating over. H4 headlights did their best, but it was more like mood lighting than a proper spotlight. Finally, we regrouped in Mammoth Lake, unanimously declaring it ‘Hotel Time’ with a pact to hit Yosemite at the crack of dawn.

Sunrise, and we were off again. But hold the phone! Barely thirty minutes into our seven-hour odyssey to Monterey, the ’84 M491 911 decided to throw a tire tantrum. Deeb, our valiant driver, managed a safe stop on the highway shoulder. Now came the make-or-break moment.

Imagine this scenario: a bunch of guys en route to a MOPAR showdown in a convoy of Dodge Chargers. Would they leave their buddy high and dry in the middle of nowhere? Pfft, not the Porsche posse! We’re cut from finer cloth.

So, we held our ground. And boy, did we wait. Five hours of twiddling our thumbs finally drove home the message: Roadside assistance was on an extended coffee break. We had to abandon the widebody 911 at a nearby private airport lot.

Had we abandoned our comrade, he’d have been in a real pickle. A stranded night, a lonely hotel, and a chance of seeing a tow truck the next day – it sounded like a horror show. He’d have missed RR7 and been stuck in Nowheresville indefinitely.

That’s the Porsche creed, my friends. We ride together, we occasionally chill together, but one thing’s for sure: we never desert a buddy in need.