Technologists, entrepreneurs, artists.  A teacher, a writer, two startup co-founders, a Google mastermind, a videographer. As the world’s dizzy spin gains momentum with every passing day, we each navigate our own winding paths. Then, a precious moment where our roads intersect. An opportunity to make time stop. Maybe the last. What should we do? Seize the moment for our own. Follow a new path. Follow our dreams. 

Brittany Hunt & Devon Galloway in the 1988 targa

Who knew two people could have so much fun together chasing the sun. Spending the summers’ three cottages down from each other, they live for the possibility of endless adventure. Though their career paths took them in different directions, one co-founding a successful tech startup company, the other teaching abroad, they continuously challenge each other to grow and search for their next adrenaline rush.  Together they have shared the joys of exploring new countries, cultures, and foods; moments so refreshing it makes them stop and appreciate how lucky they are and how crazy it is that they get to do it again together. His appreciation for anything with an engine and her love for travel are what drove this couple along Australia’s iconic Great Ocean Road and now, California & Route 66.

MiKE McCauley & Taylor Jackson in the 1987 930 TURBO

Between making people lust over his faux documentaries (please make that one about tacos real!) and jet-setting around the world to record life’s most precious moments, Taylor is always ready with his next hilarious and ironic, tantalizing teaser. And Michael will be right alongside him, sharing intel and discussing how whatever Taylor makes can be made so much more badass using the newest drone technology, and other top secret tech that only an undercover agent with fifty different passports who knows seven different languages, could possibly know.

Michael & Donna Litt in "Bones", the 1970 911E

Thing 1 and Thing 2. Two peas in a pod. The ying to each other’s yang. Your couple friends that have matching lover tattoos, share one toothbrush and a single stick of deodorant, and wax poetic about the benefits of MCT oil. Their surrogate child, who they often talk about when not basking in the glory of their love, is an adopted once-homeless, forever-hairless, hound. 

MILES DEPAUL & GREG FRANKOVICH IN THE VANBORGHINI

Intrepid creatives Miles DePaul and Greg Frankovich make up Team Italian Stallion. This inspirational pair round out Taylor’s directorial genius by providing jaw-dropping footage, the process of obtaining which involves Greg putting his life on the line (something he’s well acquainted with, it turns out, from his work with Cycle Productions), hanging out the back of the 1500HP V12 Vanborghini with only an invisible thread of trust in his driver, Miles, as his lifeline. But there’s no better lifeline Greg could have chosen, because Miles is a bona fide expert at the last minute save -an invaluable skill gained from extensive experience creating comedy films and developing a podcast network for witty genre busting content with Brothers DePaul Media, his theatre-inspired production company. We reached out to and adopted these two strays via the internet, and now they’re part of our family. We expect them to both to get their EndangeredExperiences ink done while we're in Vegas. Stay tuned for details.  

The cars

1988 Black 911 Carrera Targa

3.2L engine with a g50 5-speed transmission, and 188 miles under its belt. A gateway drug to our resident gear heads, this was one of the first classic Porsche cars our crew had the pleasure of driving. A love at first sight fairy tale, it was also the first manual car one of our drivers had ever driven before. Named after the Targa Florio, an Italian rally event that was shut down in 1977 because of the high number of horrifying fatal accidents that occurred during it at breakneck speeds, the Targa is extraordinary. The driving experience offers all the same rambunctious qualities that you come to expect from a tail-waggling, adventure-loving Porsche; but the crystalline glass panel above you makes sitting inside feel like you're sitting inside something precious and hewn from the heavens. The Targa becomes your own personal rocket ship complete with secret portal that allows just the right amount of outside, inside, so that you're not only driving through the sprawling landscape- you become a part of it. 

Driver: Devon Galloway; Passenger: Brittany Hunt

1987 white 930 (911 Turbo) coupe

In true Canadiana form, the 3.3L Turbo with a 915 4-speed gearbox, with a short-shifter package, has a piping hot, red leather interior. Oh yeah. But that's not all that makes it special (although, that is pretty dang awesome). This car is touted as being in the top 5 Porsches ever built and is a globally recognized icon as Porsche's original 911 Turbo. It's also known as the Widow Maker. Just reading the name "Widow Maker" is enough to make chills run up and down the spine. Now, imagine driving inside of one. That's the 930 Turbo Coupe, and it's called that because of how tricky, and deadly, the turbo lag can make it to drive. But enough of that danger-looming hogwash, because our drivers are careful, and the truth of the matter is: the feeling the unexpected surge of supernatural boost the spooling turbo gives you when it releases its power, is pure pleasure. If the Targa is a personal rocket ship with a secret, hidden portal, than the 930 Coupe is the Death Star (minus the world domination bit) (and the original, not that new-fangled "Starkiller Base"). Built with a hair-trigger, but undeniably badass.

Driver: Michael McCauley; Passenger: Taylor Jackson

1970 WHITE 911E aka bones

A hooped up 2.7L 7R case, and a 901 gearbox with a wevo shifter. Light enough to soar through the air and precise enough to devour the winding pavement as though she has four legs and not four wheels, Bones is a machine tailor-made for vintage racing. Named Bones for a reason, the second thing you'll notice about this car is that it has none of the finer things one comes to associate with the Porsche brand. Or at least, not in the sense of sparkling glass tops, supple leather, and alcantara luxury. Bones has -you got it- fine bones, and you can see each and every one of them. This car is about as stripped down and raw as they come: bucket seats, shoulder straps instead of seat belts, full roll cage, perspex windows, and a fire extinguisher (you know, just in case). But well before you notice her deceptively simple looking, bespoke brilliance, you'll first notice how she sounds. A deep, guttural growl that almost percolates through your ear drums to your brain, more sensation than sound, will alert you to her approach. Driving this raw, draconic machine may be a labor of love, but who wouldn't want to drive a vehicle that's more mythical beast than it is automobile?

Driver: Michael Litt; Passenger: Donna Litt

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