I went to high school in southern California in the late 1960's and to say girls, surfing and cars were the icons of the day would be an understatement. I really wanted a sports car, but only could afford at the time was a 10-year old Karman Ghia. Great car, but hey, it was a VW. Ever since then I wanted a real sports car, with Porsches at the top of the wish list. School, then family sidetracked my interest in cars until fairly recently.
A few years ago the bug for a sports car started to manifest itself more aggressively. Several of my colleagues were picking up two-seater convertibles and seeing them driving by and waving with huge grins made it hard to ignore the siren call of the drop-top ride. I was looking at a number of cars including the Z3, Boxster and the Miata, the later was really the car in the family budget. That was until I was at a dealership "just looknig" at used Boxsters. The shrewed salesperson said even though I was not really interested in buying, if I wanted I could take a 2000 base Boxster home for the weekend. Thats all it took....
Ed
