Here we have the Porsche 914, a mid-engined 2-seater convertible(ok, Targa) decades before the Boxster. I’ve know two people who owned these, and both where quite the characters.
One was a guy two houses up from the house I grew up in. He had a 6-cylinder model, which he so obsessively maintained that when he pulled the engine to replace some leaking gaskets it stayed out for two years while he checked/adjusted/replaced every little thing that was the tiniest bit out of spec. Meanwhile when he spun his Golf daily driver on the highway & banged it up, he replaced the front bumper with one he carefully and skillfully fashioned out of wood and painted to look like the stock black rubber bumper.
The other was the now-ex husband of a friend. His had no insurance, registration, title or any other paperwork. Which didn’t matter because it existed solely to make high-speed late night runs up and down I-95. To this end it was fitted with uprated suspension, 911 brakes, and crude fiberglass fender flares covering super wide rubber. And to power it was a Chevy V8 stuffed where a boxer 4 used to live. The bulkhead to the rear trunk was notched to clear the distributor, and the exhaust consisted of a set of Flowmasters bolted directly to the header collectors and dumping out under the rear bumper. It was awesome and terrifying all at once.