Re: Porsche 70 Years - What does it mean to drive a Porsche?
Even as a kid, I've always been a gearhead. It started out with me taking broken toys apart to figure out what failed and how they worked. Then I would try to fix or improve them and put them back together. My dad was always after me for not putting his tools back in their correct places. His workbench had a pegboard with drawings for the correct location of each tool, but I was just too busy with my adventures to be slowed down by such mundane fussiness. (Sorry dad. Now, with kids of my own, I understand your frustrations with me.)
My first gasoline fueled foray was a riding lawn mower, a gift from my grandfather. It was a rear engine Simplicity Wonder Boy with a "joystick" that operated the clutch and steering. After many years of mowing the neighborhood lawns, I remember removing the mowing deck and swapping the drive pulleys around to change the gearing and increase the top speed to nearly 15 mph (which turned out to be too much for the chassis). After pushing the Simplicity beyond its design limits, and wearing out most of its hinge points, I transplanted the engine into a homebuilt go-cart that I bought from a classmate's older brother. I think I was about 12 years old at that time. We lived out in the country and most of the roads around us were gravel. With that go-cart, I learned the art of power-sliding through corners. I became a speed demon way before I was old enough to drive a car legally.
Growing up in Michigan, it was only natural to be attracted to Detroit muscle cars. Of the ones that I owned, my favorites were a 1973 Firebird and a 1970 Chevelle. They had glorious engines that would propel them to speeds far beyond what their brakes and suspension were capable of safely controlling. Looking back, I'm lucky to have survived.
It wasn't until after my time in the Marine Corps and returning to the States when I was tempted by German automobiles. Back then I could (just barely) afford BMWs and had a fun run with E36's, E46's, and a Z4. But then BMW started building more refined, softer cars to appeal to a broader clientele. The new cars are still fast, but not nearly as involving or fun to drive.
Trying to figure out what I should try next, I remembered how much I longed for the original 911 when I first saw it so many years ago. Unfortunately, the air-cooled ones were out of my price range, as were the current models. I shopped around for the longest time trying to find one that I could afford, but was unwilling to take the risk of getting anything with an M96 or M97 engine.
Then I saw a Cayman… The lines were intoxicating, so lithe and sexy. I read the reviews and was intrigued about how they went on and on over the handling and balance of the car. After driving one, I was hooked.
I knew I wanted one in Guards Red with tan interior. I searched for a 987.2 but there just weren't enough sold around here to be plentiful, and certainly not any with the colors and options I was looking for. After I broadened my search to include 981's I was able to find my dream car. A 2014 Cayman S with a CPO warranty, red/tan, and all the options I was looking for. I still can't get over how much fun it is to drive. It's my daily driver and the pleasure of driving it makes me look forward to going to work each day. I often catch myself looking over my shoulder at it after parking. Everyone at work keeps asking me about the car and commenting about how nice it looks. It's quite flattering, and makes me proud to have such a fine piece of machinery.
Someday, I hope to have a 911, perhaps one of the older air-cooled models, but after experiencing the joy of driving my Cayman I know I will always have at least one Porsche in the garage.
Last edited by wagzhp; 02-25-2018 at 01:21 PM.
2014 CS, Guards Red/Luxor Beige, Red Belts, Multi-function Steering Wheel, 14 way Seats, PDK, Sport Chrono, PCM, Infotainment with Bose, Park Assist, PS+, PDLS, SportTechno Wheels, and Fancy center caps