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I became aware of Porsches in the '70's, simply by observation. They were mesmerizing to me - exotic and foreign, organic, beautiful, and they made glorious noises unlike anything else. I fell in love with them as a kid just by seeing them on the road. In the early 1980's I was in high school and was obsessed with car magazines and driving, even though I didn't have my license yet. Every new model of Porsche that came out was exciting to me - I wasn't a purist; 924, 944, 928, 911, I loved them all. AND Porsche engines started dominating Formula 1, which made them all the cooler.

I promised myself during those years that one day I would have one.

Well, then life happened, and one day took over 20 years. I never lost my love for Porsches, and it always remained the marque that I judged all other cars by. My wife and I had been in the process of buying a new house, but the deal went south and we decided we were not going to buy after all. The wife knew I wanted a Porsche, like bad, and one evening after dinner she casually said "why don't you just go buy your Porsche?" The car was mine within the week.

When the time came the choice seemed obvious: despite the 911 being the "flagship" I always felt the Boxster was a better looking, better handling car.
I thought it through and was honest with myself about my real-life driving situation and I decided that the extra power of the Boxster S was not much use to me in LA traffic - on back to back test drives I really couldn't tell much difference on my normal routes and the Boxster has more than adequate power for my weekend meanderings. I couldn't be happier with the car, it has fulfilled a lifelong dream.