Here's the start of getting caught up on targa updates
The major slowdown for the suspension has been the lack of a press which I needed to install the bushings and bearings. But they finally got done thanks to my friends at the local Porsche shop, Eisenbuds. They've been great with advise and letting me use the tools and equipment that I can't afford or have room for.
Also helpful: laying out the parts to know exactly what is missing - in this case I seem to have lost the brake caliper mounting bolts, otherwise the frontend looks complete.

The brake calipers, front disk/hubs, dampener/struts are all back together. Once the A-arm bushings were pressed on, the last larger pieces could be bolted together

The steering rack is also ready to install, before and after:


But... I'm waiting to finish the install of the new brake system, fuel lines and electrical harness before the suspension and steering go on because access is tight once the steering rack is in. The brake lines have been fitted and are ready to tighten. The electrical is mostly done - waiting on a few rubber grommets and plastic bits that didn't survive the previous 50years. The backordered fuel hoses took a while to get here but that was fine because it gave me time to flush the central tunnel fuel line. This car was forgotten in the mid90s so the fuel had turned to varnish by the time I found it. It took a can of lacquer thinner for each line (supply and return, the two open tubes above the master cylinder) to flow clean. The first few flushes came out thick, dark, smelly and sticky. By the end, the thinner came out the other end as clear as it went in.


I've also recreated the fuel venting system and windshield washer system which I'll post when I work on the trunk. The last thing that needs to be done is to make new brake fluid feed lines. These are hard plastic lines between the reservoir and master that for some reason Porsche charges an insane amount of money for.
This is the view looking across to the garage from the dining table. My wife keeps tabs on me by looking for my head to pop up occasionally so she knows that the various fumes haven't knocked me out.
