Financing our clutch repair one hoodie at a time.
In the middle of Italy, our clutch gave up.
No warning. No mercy.
Just a 1982 Porsche 911 rolling to a sad, heroic stop on a tiny village road.
What followed: tow truck, borrowed tools, kind strangers, a cat who did NOT approve, and a repair bill that will probably make our wallets consider early retirement
So we turned the chaos into a drop. The “911 Problems” hoodie & tee funds the fix — and yes, we’ll probably need to sell a lot of them.
The Truth
The “911 Problems” unisex hoodies & tees are built around one simple truth: with an air-cooled 911, the car is never the real problem.
Can’t afford the repair? – That’s a wallet problem.
Don’t know how to fix it? – That’s a knowledge problem.
Don’t have a 911 yet? – That’s a problem.
Too many late nights in the garage – That’s a lifestyle problem.
But the Porsche 911 itself? Never the issue. Never the regret. Never the thing you’d trade away.
Whether you’re driving one, fixing one, or still manifesting your first one, this drop celebrates the truth every enthusiast understands:
You may have 911 problems… but the Porsche ain’t one.
what happened?
We had just wrapped an amazing weekend in Rome, and the next big idea was simple:
Sardinia next. Ferry, sunshine, good food — easy.
Halfway to the ferry terminal, the trip ended with one sound: …nothing.
The clutch pedal dropped to the floor and never came back. We coasted off the highway, rev-matching like it was a rally stage, and rolled into a local vineyard — not the worst place to break down, but still not ideal with a 3-year-old and a car full of roadtrip life.
At first we thought it was the usual suspect: the clutch cable — it had been weird for two weeks. But after checking everything with my 3 year old son, we realized the cable was fine. The clutch itself?
Stuck in the engaged position without actually engaging.
Basically, no pedal, no disengagement, no movement, no Sardinia.
I spent the next day searching for a repair shop, and thanks to a fellow Porsche enthusiast in Italy, we finally found a repair-shop willing to take on an engine-out job in Rome.
So off it went — our 1982 911, lifted away onto a tow truck like a wounded hero. And the repair bill? Let’s just say… we’re going to need to sell a lot of hoodies and tees.
