For My Brothers in Northern Lands
For my brothers in northern lands, oh how I remember,
Hide their Boxsters during winter, on this first day December…
Winter hath my Nine-Eight-Six, absence sheen,
Freezing leather felt, what dark days seen;
For thee, remembrance of the past driving year,
December, Porsche bareness now everywhere;
Yet this time removed it will be springtime,
Bearing the Porsche badge, Boxster at its prime;
Today the paint pale, dread the winter’s near,
Tuned exhaust notes that sang, 'tis now with dull cheer;
Thou Boxster away, thy exhaust echoes mute,
Longing for warmth, sandy beaches, women in swim suit;
Yet abundant cold and scarce driving seems to me,
Perfect occasion for mods and Porsche dreams, until new driving pleasures return to thee.
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Jäger
300K Mile Club
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