Porsche 911 - Confessions of a Non-car Guy
There is a Porsche commercial where a 10 year old boy fantasizes about owning a Porsche 911. That boy was not me. I got my perspective of cars from my father. A car is a machine that gets you from point A to point B. A reliable, fuel efficient, and low cost car is the standard I looked to maintain. Anything more is superfluous. When I was a kid we had Studebakers, Ramblers, and Chevys. With the exception of a Suburu that I bought in 1981, all of my cars were basic American transportation. A Pontiac, a Plymouth, a couple of Chevys, a couple of Buicks, three Fords, and four Saturns were purchased because they were sensible.
I had been thinking about moving up to a Mercedes because I had always admired them, but was not seriously looking. About two months ago, I was confronted with an offer I couldn't refuse on a Porsche 911. I took it for a ride and fell in love.
I've never gotten a traffic ticket. Ever. I've never been a speeder, lane changer, or aggressive driver. This car makes me want to drive 177 mph (its top speed) in a school zone. When you drive a Porsche something is different. You're not in a car doing 70 mph, you are doing 70 mph. The car is a suit, like Iron Man. The steering is tighter than Ebeneezer Scrooge on a first date. If you want to pass someone, you don't think about it, you just do it. The growl of the Porsche engine as it accelerates is addicting. The power is exhilarating.
I've always thought that owning a convertible was one of those things where the concept was much greater than the reality. After all, when you live in the Northeast, there are probably only a few days each year where a convertible makes sense. My Porsche is a convertible and I now can't imagine driving a car that doesn't have that versatility. Driving along the beach with the top down makes you feel alive.
Maybe it's my age. Maybe it's a mid-life crisis. Maybe it's that I've deluded myself all of these years, but driving this car puts a smile on my face every time. My father always said that things don't make you happy. Relationships, family, and accomplishments make you happy. I believe that with all my heart. But if you're already a happy person, this couldn't hurt.
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