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Originally Posted by Need_for_speed
So I've had my Box for about two weeks now since it was at the shop for IMS, RMS, clutch, flywheel, exhaust mod and the list goes on and on....and it feels and drives and sounds like it's fresh out of the Porsche showroom and so I put the top down and wife and I head off to the local ice cream spot after dinner and pull in and park. And almost immediately this little boy, probably eight or nine, is in line for ice cream and he lets go of his dad's hand and walks over and his dad is laughing and the little boy asks me "excuse me sir I like your car what kind of car is this?"
So this little boy got a grand tour of a very clean 2000 Porsche Boxster and got to sit in the seat and hold the wheel and learned how to pronounce Porsche with two syllables. And then my wife vacates her seat and lets the little boy sit in the passenger side so I can fire it up and let him hear the glorious sound of a flat six engine. And he smiles and says he wants to have a car like this when he grows up.
I paid $10,000 for this car and have put another $10,000 into it to return it to its former glory. I can guarantee you that I will spend considerably more as time goes on. Anyone with any financial common sense would tell me I'm wasting my money. But when a little kid sits in the driver's seat of your Porsche and takes hold of the wheel like Moses accepting the two stone tablets, you just go ahead and try and tell me I wasted my money. It won't work. These cars are works of art, and the little kids...they know.
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Well-said.
Thanks for the share...and the affirmation.
I also recently purchased my very clean 2000 S (four weeks ago) and had a similar experience during a "last day of school ice cream" sandwich delivery to my wife's school this past Thursday.
As I made a left into the school parking lot, I could see two boys standing where I expected to meet two of my wife's 5th grade students. The boys must have been told to look for a Porsche because they seemed to recognize me immediately even though I had never met these particular students.
When I got close enough to see their eyes, I nearly laughed out loud at the sight of their glazed, seemingly magical reaction to the car. They looked as if they had spotted the girl of their dreams but she could only be viewed as a reflection in every admired feature of this Porsche.
Love, desire, admiration, and barely contained excitement beamed from their mesmerized, worshipping eyes. Their gaze transfixed from the moment they spotted the rare, perhaps one-of-a-kind Zenith Blue German beauty. Her sight made even more special on this Japanese-car-infested-island of Okinawa. Yet, even though these boys had only been walking this Earth for perhaps 10 years, they wisely and immediately recognized that they should appreciate this fleeting moment to the fullest; and, that they'd want to share as many details as possible with friends later: but, this moment, though shared, could not have been a more personal religious-like experience. The turn that brought her into their line of sight, the U-turn directly in front of them, the ice-cream hand-off from inside the car, took perhaps 60 seconds, yet I confidently gleaned all that from their glazed-eyed, stunned stances that persisted even in my rear-view mirror as I drove away. I understood what they experienced from the look they wore because I wore a similar one every time I saw a beautiful Porsche before owning one: and, now, I get to wear one at least a few religious moments every day. Divine works of art indeed.