what happens with Porsche stays with Porsche ;-)
This morning I straightened my hair. All the curl had to go. Curls just turn into rats’ nests in the wind. And it was going to be windy, I would see to that. I slicked my hair all the way back and pulled it into a neat ponytail decorated with a black ribbon. The black would look good in the car. I don’t know why I waited so long to drive her. We’ve had the car for almost 7 months.
Hot pants on. Slide the Revo sunglasses into position. Alabama 3 cd in the cd player ("Woke up this morning") and today Ms. Porsche Boxter Ssssssssss and I were going to get acquainted. She’s metallic gunmetal seal grey - the sexiest color for this car with the possible exception of black. Here in the desert black is entirely out of the question.
One does not "get in" one sinks in - low and snug. The chair hugs you close. I strapped on my seat belt and put my hands on her substantial steering wheel to get a feel for her glovie fit. She felt meaty and tight. I pushed the little button on the lower right and her top rolled back. It was 78 degrees this morning and the wind was going to blow. The ignition is on the left. With two snaps to the right she purred ready to go. Reverse is a hard pull to the left and up on her gearbox. Interesting. We cautiously backed up trying to get a feel for each other. Her clutch is extremely stiff, this car you work to drive. She’s work like staying on a wild horse…I like that! For the first time I understood, this is an action sport.
In our quiet little neighborhood filled with kids, dogs and kitties romping about we gently eased our way out of the sleepy burbs and onto the road.
Now bitch, show me!
I was up into 4th gear before I realized I could even shift that fast! She surged to 50 miles per hour and left my stomach roiling on the curve. Oooohhhhhbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby yeah!
My hair was flying, the sun was warm and the music was loud.
It…was…fantastic! I was drunk with power already.
Why did I think that I could do without this kind of driving experience???
On the freeway, for the first time, I could see a spot open up and have the capacity to move myself effortlessly into it. I was left, I was right; I was singing at the top of my lungs, I was doing 90+ like it was 40mph. I was at work long before my hair arrived. I parked her in a cozy spot far from any doors with funny ideas of smashing into Porsche and pushed the little button on the lower right and her top sprung back over concealing her sexy little interior. Then just like a clip from a “What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas” commercial, I smoothed back my hair, and climbed up and out of the cockpit, unrumpling my hot pants and walked quietly away from my new little thrill ride with a smile on my face and an excited feeling in my stomach: in just 8 short hours I get to ride her home!
there's driving and then there is...Porsche