Or is This One "The One?"

Choosing a car is something like the courtship and marriage: after a lot of test drives, kicking the tires....
Some folks go with the first one that catches their eye. I'm not the kind of guy who gets dazzled by a shiny paint job. I'm looking for the best option, which requires a lot of looking. That goes partway to explaining why I'm still carless. Of all the cars I've considered during the last two years, this '77 Porsche 911 is one of my favorites. I've never seen it in person. It's one of those Internet affairs.
I first saw the car advertised in the Pelican classifieds. The owner changed his mind soon after and took the car off the market, but by then we were trading emails about the car he calls Butter, for obvious reasons. Like most cars, Butter remains for sale, but not officially so. I'd love to check it out, but the car is outside Seattle, so taking the plunge requires a leap of faith. I like the idea of driving this thing across the country, except for the part where I'm stuck in Ford country and some redneck is hooking the stalled out Butter onto his wrecker. The previous owner used it as a vintage racer. The current owner is too afraid to crash it so hasn't taken it on the track. I love the funky '70s color and black rims. And the fact that it's not red.