[Jager]

Originally Posted by Coffinhunter

There is a place where my sidewalk ends
And before my 986 journey begins,
And there the engine purrs soft and light
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the top is down preparing for flight
Too cool in the Florida wind.

Let us leave this place where winters are white
and the Boxters hibernate till seasons end
Past the pits where the asphalt is covered in snow
J.D shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where year round Bosters get up and go
To the place where my sidewalk ends.

Yes J.D. will walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And Jager will go where year round Boxsters flow
For the Porsche's, they mark, and the Porsche's, they know
The place where my sidewalk ends.

Bravo! Encore...Encore!