[Xpit77]

Originally Posted by Jager

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.

? Say wat ?