A few things to know before stealing my 914

Norman Garrett

Dear Thief,

Welcome to my Porsche 914. I imagine that at this point (having found the door unlocked) your intention is to steal my car. Don’t be encouraged by this; the tumblers sheared off in 1978. I would have locked it up if I could, so don’t think you’re too clever or that I’m too lazy. However, now that you’re in the car, there are a few things you’re going to need to know. First, the battery is disconnected, so slide-hammering my ignition switch is not your first step. I leave the battery disconnected, not to foil hoodlums such as yourself, but because there is a mysterious current drain from the 40-year-old German wiring harness that I can’t locate and/or fix. So, connect the battery first. Good luck finding the engine cover release. Or the engine, for that matter.

Now, you can skip your slide hammer. The ignition switch’s tumblers are so worn that any flat-bladed screwdriver or pair of scissors will do. Don’t tell anyone.

Once you’ve figured that out and try to start the car, you’ll run into some trouble. The car is most likely in reverse gear, given that the parking brake cable froze up sometime during the Carter administration. Since there is not a clutch safety switch on the starting circuit, make sure to press the clutch down before you try to crank the engine. (I don’t want you running into my other car in the driveway.) This is doubly necessary because my starter is too weak to crank the clutch-transmission input shaft assembly with any success.

With the clutch pedal depressed, the engine should turn over fast enough to get things going. But first, you’ll need to press the gas pedal to the floor exactly four times. Not three. Not five. Four. The dual Webers don’t have chokes and you’ll be squirting fuel down the barrels with the accelerator pumps for the necessary priming regime. If you don’t do it right, the car won’t start before the battery gives up the ghost. Consider yourself forewarned.

Porsche 914 front three-quarter
Norman Garrett

If you’ve followed along so far, the engine should fire right up. Don’t be fooled—it will die in eight seconds when the priming fuel runs out. Repeat the gas pedal priming procedure, but only pump two times. Deviate from this routine at your own peril.

Now you have the engine running. Make sure the green oil light in the dash goes out. If it does not, you only have about 100 yards to drive before the engine locks up, so be attentive. If all goes well with the oil pressure, you may now attend to the gear shift lever. Some explanation follows.

This is a Porsche 914. It has a mid-engine layout. The transmission is in the far back of the car, and the shift linkage’s main component is a football-field-long steel rod formed loosely in the shape of your lower intestine. Manipulating the gear shift lever will deliver vague suggestions to this rod, which, in turn, will tickle small parts deep within the dark bowels of the transaxle case. It is akin to hitting a bag of gears with a stick, hopefully finding one that works.

Porsche 914 drivetrain
I’ll make sure the drivetrain is in the car, by the way. Norman Garrett

If you are successful in finding first gear (there is a shift pattern printed on the knob; they say German engineers don’t have a sense of humor), congratulations. You may launch the vehicle into motion.

Do not become emboldened by your progress, as you will quickly need to shift to another gear. Ouija boards are more communicative than the shift knob you will be trusting to aid your efforts. Depress the clutch as you would in any car, and pull the knob from its secure location out of first gear. Now you will become adrift in the zone known to early Porsche owners as “Neverland” and your quest will be to find second gear. Prepare yourself for a ten-second-or-so adventure. Do not go straight forward with the shift knob, as you will only find Reverse waiting there to mock you with a shriek of high-speed gear teeth machining themselves into round cylinders. Should you hear this noise, retreat immediately to the only easy spot to find in this transmission: neutral. This is a safe place, no real damage can occur here, but alas, no forward motion will happen either. From this harbor of peace, you can re-attempt to find second, but you may just want to go for any “port in a storm”, given that the traffic behind you is now cheering you on in your quest with vigorous horn-honks of support and encouragement. Most 914 owners at this point pull over to the side of the road and feign answering a cell phone call to a) avoid further humiliation; b) allow traffic to pass; and c) gather the courage for another first gear start. You may choose to do likewise.

Porsche 914 front three-quarter
Norman Garrett

If you press onward without taking a break, you may re-enter first. This is how the car mocks you for your lack of skill, but sometimes it is the only path forward. Once you are ready to again try for second, I can offer some advice. One trick that works is to declutch the transmission, pull the lever from the first-gear position, enter into the aforementioned neutral zone, and then rapidly wig-wag the shift knob side-to-side along a lateral axis. If you move the knob quickly enough, the transmission will be out-smarted and cannot anticipate your next move. It is at this time that you should re-attempt to enter second, and most likely you will do so. Surprise is your best weapon against this transmission.

The move to third should be straightforward, as it’s the only easily-accessible gear in the set. You should now be out of my neighborhood and on the main four-lane road. Third gear will be good for 45 mph, so I would advise you just staying there. Trying to get to fourth gear will only frustrate you and your nearby drivers (see: first-to-second shift).

You don’t need to check for gasoline in the car. It will be full, even though the fuel gauge reads zero. The odometer reads “0”, not because it was reset when I filled the tank, but because it is just broken. Ignore it. If it is night, and it most likely will be, you will need to turn on the lights. I’ll leave it to you to find the switch since I’ve helped a lot so far. Suffice to say that once you get them active, you will find that the seven inch sealed beams from 1971 will only illuminate sufficient roadway for travel below 45 mph. Since you are still in third , this shouldn’t be a problem. Oh, and the lights only work on high beam, so ignore the flashing lights and vulgar gestures from opposing traffic.

Porsche 914 front three-quarter
Norman Garrett

By now you’ve certainly noticed the smell. That is the aroma of Mobil 1 oil being boiled off of long sections of horizontal exhaust pipes, which were cleverly encased by the factory with a second shroud of oil-holding chambers. They filled with oil during my last drive and you are now operating a small thermal refinery that is making light short-chained vaporous hydrocarbons from what was once $8-a-quart oil. They are being conveniently routed to the cabin through carefully formed channels in the heating system, plus the rust holes in the floor provided by Mother Nature herself over the past few decades.

You’ll feel less dizzy if you open a window. But mind that driver’s window does not work, so you’ll have to lean over and roll down the passenger window half-way. I say half-way in a manner that will become apparent once you try to get the window to go all the way down, which it will refuse to do. Instead, simply open the driver’s door slightly and drive along, as I do. Once the oil vapors are exhumed from the cabin, you should start to feel a little better. There is a rag behind the driver’s seat that you can use to wipe the oil film off of the inside of the windshield.

Knowing which road you’re probably on by now, you will be hitting stop lights. Try as hard as you can to not bring the 914 to a stop. The brake system is ideal for this situation, being known more as “scrubbers” than “brakes”. Since you can’t effectively stop the car, use this to your advantage and don’t try. Remember: You certainly don’t want to have to go back into first.

If you have made it within sight of to the highway entrance, don’t get any ideas. The front right wheel is severely bent and the vibration at velocities above 50 mph will crack the windshield and cause the doors to open by themselves. So stay on the surface streets, stoplights notwithstanding.

It may be at this point that you consider abandoning the car to avoid further calamity. There is an Exxon station right before the freeway entrance. The last guy who stole my 914 used this very spot and it was rather convenient for all concerned parties. I suggest you ditch the car there and scope out a nice, reliable Camry to heist.

Norman Garrett was the Concept Engineer for the original Miata back in his days at Mazda’s Southern California Design Studio. He currently teaches automotive engineering classes at UNC-C’s Motorsports Engineering Department in Charlotte, North Carolina and curates his small collection of dysfunctional automobiles and motorcycles.

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Comments

    How you made me laugh! Loved my 914 (owned 1976-1988). Great gas mileage and large tank. I used to drive from San Diego to Sonoma County (668 miles) on one tank. But the shifting, haha, you nailed it! And the greasy windshield! Agh. I had always thought that was due to my ill-conceived use of Amor-All on the cracked dashboard. Wonderful memories!

    My dad and I rebuilt a 74/75 914 with dual 2 barrel weber carbs she ran like a champ but had to double clutch 1st to 2nd , you had to be really good at shifting with that linkage being so loose

    This made my day, as a man who also has an inexplicable love for vehicles that do not bend in any way to “normal” or even “reasonable” street able manners. My 59 Panhead I love to joke with people about. I gladly offer them to ride it. If they can A: Start it within a 15 minute timeframe. I offer hints such as; it does not require a key, you will have to understand how a magneto works and where someone might hide an “ignition switch” to make spark. Said spark will be useless unless you find the hidden cable that advances the ignition to a point where the spark is great enough to ignite a spark strong enough to rebound the absurdly high compression flat top piston’s that will help to break your leg if you don’t set said cable in “the sweet spot” that’s only found by trial and error until your “in the know”. (See again the vague warnings of broken bones as this is not a joke and should be taken seriously) at this point you did remember to turn the fuel on right? Yes I know there is no petcock valve, keep looking. In an effort to keep this short I won’t even bother about the hidden foot clutch, workings of the jockey shifter and why there is a VERY important tiny button on the side of it. The bone stock 1959 transmission that no longer seems to have any rhyme or reason to how much pull it needs to go up a gear and not 3. If somehow you did get it moving, hope you noticed there is no front brakes and 1959 rear drum! Might be more effective to brag your feet, or throw an anchor! Also you may have noticed no electronics. You have a 6 candlepower headlight and small led rear running light only to make sure your possibly spotted at night. No stop/turn/horn (so I hope you know hand signals, or do as I do and make sure no one gets near the back of it. (Did I mention the box of nuts bolts and misc hdwe that must be checked and reinstalled every few miles as the shake is beyond anything you think you can imagine making the bike try to completely disassemble itself every 50 miles) did I mention the cornering manners with the frame and fork stretch?? Keep u-turns to Wal Mart parking lots (after business hours!)…. Etc etc. great story, I truly enjoyed it. And for whatever reason the old Porsche just went up quite a few points in my opinion. If she commands your love and devotion on HER terms (or his) … has my respect!

    Wow this brings back brutal memories of my ’74 914 that my brother “gave” me as a graduation present! I dumped so much time and money to keep that car going, but it was worth it… Taking the roof off, locking it in the hood and driving around on summer nights were magical… I let my soon-to-be wife drive it once, she sat down and said “how do I adjust the driver’s seat?” and I said “you don’t… see all that rust behind it? That’s what holds it in place!”. Haha

    My buddy and I actually made his bus slightly smoke one of the tires while turning HARD on a corner and dumping the clutch. The inside weather checked skinny tire in the back cut loose and made smells as a young man coming of age does. It was one last good hoorah for the white walled black rubber as all the forces we put on it ripping it out of its multi-decade slumber immediately flung it into pieces.

    So I’m coming Thursday or Friday evening,if I don’t have to work to steal the car.
    Could you please have the battery charging?
    I will disconnect it and leave it for you.
    Oh,
    How much gas is in there?
    Do I need to bring some?

    Thanks,
    Asking for a friend

    Funny thing is, when in tale 914, fiat x1/9..triumph tr7s…. the roll back is all that’s used…. bro…. stop watching t.j. hooker.reruns

    This is so well written I’m bursting into laughter as I read paragraph after paragraph finding another friend that is dealt with such a situation to forward this Story to. This is absolutely hysterical. I can 100% relate. I can’t wait for my son to wake up in the morning. Tomorrow is his first day of high school and all he wants to do is drive 1971 Chevelle to School for 30
    Plus years paying read this 1st are you sure you want to drive this car to school. Thank you for the laughs this is Tom Segura level funny

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