The mistress now has a girlfriend!

[Eric G]

I will say they are like night and day...but I still love the 986. Where the vette is rock solid on the road and you don't feel the bumps, the 986 is rock solid but with a new suspension you know where the bumps are.

Horsepower is no comparison but than again, the Boxster is not about 1/4 mile times. Through the same set of twisties the 986 is more nimble and in touch with the road. The vette just seems like riding in a jet fighter and it blasts through without corners without even a slight bit of roll.

I think for me, the biggest difference is one is a true convertible and the other is an open top. For the wind in your hair, open to the road (like a motorcycle) the Boxster wins hands down. For taking the wife on a long road trip the vette wins. In short the cars are equal opposites that still make driving fun, just in different ways.

The biggest thing for me was I had not graced the door or driven one in 32 years. It was a dream I simply never gave myself permission to chase. Silly, but it was one of those mind traps you set and than live with.

[BruceH]

Originally Posted by Eric G

I will say they are like night and day...but I still love the 986. Where the vette is rock solid on the road and you don't feel the bumps, the 986 is rock solid but with a new suspension you know where the bumps are.

Horsepower is no comparison but than again, the Boxster is not about 1/4 mile times. Through the same set of twisties the 986 is more nimble and in touch with the road. The vette just seems like riding in a jet fighter and it blasts through without corners without even a slight bit of roll.

I think for me, the biggest difference is one is a true convertible and the other is an open top. For the wind in your hair, open to the road (like a motorcycle) the Boxster wins hands down. For taking the wife on a long road trip the vette wins. In short the cars are equal opposites that still make driving fun, just in different ways.

The biggest thing for me was I had not graced the door or driven one in 32 years. It was a dream I simply never gave myself permission to chase. Silly, but it was one of those mind traps you set and than live with.

Thanks Eric. I kind of figured that would be the answer. I particularly liked the end comment, I know that thought process well