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I make a 10 hour drive at least once a year with my wife to visit my mom in rural Maine. These cars are very rare and exotic there. Often, if we are there over the weekend, we will go with my mom to her little Baptist church for the Sunday service. Usually there are three of us and the Boxster gets left behind, but a couple of years ago, my mom had to drive separately for some reason and I pulled up to the quiet country church and parked the Boxster in the grassy lot.
Before the service a couple of little old ladies asked if that were my car and could they have a ride. I told them I’d be happy to take them for a ride. I really didn’t think they were serious but afterward one of them was waiting for me. I guess the other chickened out.
I dropped the top, strapped her in, started the engine (revving a little for effect) and laid a patch of rubber when I hit the pavement. I took her on a fairly spirited ride a few miles down the twisty road and back. The little old lady was thoroughly thrilled. As we pulled back in several onlookers had cameras ready and were snapping pics. My mom says one of them is still on the church bulletin board.
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