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When I was in my teens I decided I wanted a Porsche and realized I could probably afford a 944 if I saved some money. So I worked for a while, saved what I could, and borrowed the rest from my gramma and bought a 1983 944 when I was 16. I LOVED that car! I only kept it for a little over two years because I moved away with a boyfriend and didn't have my dad around to help me maintain it, so I sold it and got a boring reliable Toyota Camry. I cried when I sold it. I still have pictures of it. I always wanted another Porsche but not until I could afford a newer one with a warranty. The 944 was always having issues.
I went to school forever and then got out of school and took a while to get my career going and get settled. Along the way I got a great deal on a Lexus so I put off my plans to buy a Boxster, though I had recently fallen in love with a friend's Boxster. I was planning on keeping the Lexus for a while and saving some money after I paid it off, but I kept wanting to go test drive some Porsches. By now I wasn't sure whether I wanted a Boxster, Cayman, or 911. (I started a thread about this a while back.)
As soon as I put the top down on the Boxster I knew that was the one I had to have. I work too hard and don't get much time to enjoy myself. I figured life is too short to work my butt off and not enjoy myself a little bit here and there.
I couldn't put my finger on why exactly I wanted a Porsche. Why do I like cars? I don't know. Maybe it's because my dad always was into cars and my parents rode me around in an MG in a basket when I was a baby.
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