Martin, Jim --

Thanks for making the forum warmer with your stories.

Z.

This isn’t a boxster story but a Porsche tale nonetheless. I was driving my ’68 self restored 912 at the time and had met several coworkers at a local watering hole after work. One of my friends had asked two attractive women to join our all male gathering and they’d acquiesced. After a short period it became obvious the ladies were “looking for Mr. Right” and he was not seated at our table. During a lull in conversation one of the guys said “I’d rather be cruising in your Porsche than sitting here.” Instantly I became the women’s focus of attention to the point of being asked for my business card (I didn’t have any). Nothing happened. I was too shocked by their reaction to capitalize on the situation but I’ve never forgotten the incident. It’s never been repeated either.

Martin J,

Thanks for sharing your story with us.

I'd planned to take my Boxster to Philadelphia to surprise my father with its purchase. Unfortunately, he died suddenly not long after I bought it, and he never got to see it. In fact, the first time I drove the Boxster to Philadelphia was a race against time, to arrive before my father expired. Alas, even the engineers from Stuttart could not make it so.

My father was a car guy to the core and I inherited my love for automobiles from him. Through his passing, I learned a valuable lesson about what's important and what's not, and the value of dedicating time to your loved ones while they're here. You see, even in death, my father continues to teach me life's most important lessons. I'm certain that my father is riding shotgun with me each time I take the Boxster for a spin... I just hope I'm not making him motion sick when I'm wringing it out.

wow..Martin, Jim and Grizz! Thanks for sharing the stories of you guy's :cheers:
I don't have that much stories in regards of my Boxster but the one thing I remember most is...If some of you remember the thread I posted few months ago about me and my son's Saturday afternoon drive.
http://986forum.com/forums/showthread.php?t=9579

When I took my son to the local morning spirited drive with the guys and after lunch, we took different route on the way home and we end up cruising 45 miles along the coast...while driving, my 8 yr. old son tapped my shoulder and told me " Dad, thanks for waking me up this morning and..I love you dad!"

Gosh, I would cherish that till my maker call me!

DenverPete,
every chick that came right out of the gate and asked me what kind of car I had was a head case. Also, not very bright.

You know having a Porsche is nice but it really is just a car. Some cars are nicer than others (like the DB9's I'm looking at right now on Ebay) but none are a solution to anything. And that goes for all material crap.

Someone on CNN was discussing how much happier people who make $50K a year are than people who make just $15K a year. Its a night and day thing.
But the they noted surprisingly, how little increased hapiness seems to come when people go from $50K to $500K.

I appreciate the stories. Mine stink in comparison....

After years of 914 and 911 ownership I took the plunge and got a "new" Porsche. A 2000 boxster. Modern. Comfortable. Fast (well, kinda fast ;) ).

From my 3year old: "cool boxster dad".. Great I thought. The kid is buying into the new P-Car ownership. Well. I brougt the lad with me to a local p-car shop. In their showroom was a Black 930. Similar to my previous black SC. As we walk out, my 3 year old says : Dad, where's your black Porsche? I remind him that we sold it to get the boxster. His reply. That's right. When are you getting another one like the Black one, I like it better :eek:

I showed up for a couple of autocrosses this past weekend. Some knew I sold my 911. Some didn't. Those who knew were enthusiastic about the new car and wanted to check it out. Those who didn't know I sold the 911 looked at me and said "why would you do that". Tough crowd this Boxster ownership. ;)

how much power was in that old '78?

The 73 RS grand daddy "only" had as much, basicaly, as the 2.7 Boxster. And of course lesser handling to your new Boxster. Oh and yeah, the boxster doesn't get confused with a Beetle. Although I did leave my parking light on at this Diner and a guy at the counter was asking around if the guy with the Toyota SPyder knew that his lights were on...

Some of these posts make me glad that I have been able to take my dad for a ride in my Boxster, and that he helped me out a little here and there when I was getting Stinky running.

Dad is who started the p-car desire in me. Back in 84, he got stationed at Ramstein AFB in Germany. He bought a 74 911 from another airman... black with a black interior, sunroof, no tail... it was a sweet car. Our neighbor had an 81 pearl white 911SC turbo-look with the huge tail on it...

I remember riding with dad in that car.

Sadly, he sold it just two years later when he got stationed in Naples Italy. He went down there to find us a place to live, and saw how horrible the Italians drove, and decided not to risk a Porsche. He ended up getting a newer Honda (two door accord I think...)... which was wrecked 6 months later. Some guy lost his transmission in front of dad, who didn't have time to avoid.

Ever since, I've always had it in the back of my mind to get a Porsche. Now I have two!

Hi,

Fray - great story! Here's a re-post of a thread I posted 2 yrs. ago. This will always be my Best Boxster story...

A Great Man, a True Enthusiast, the Guy who turned me on to cars; My Father, died today.

He was 80 years old and had gone to Columbus, OH over the Memorial Day Weekend to visit My Sister and her Family and while there was run through a routine series of tests at Riverside Hosp. where both My Sister and Brother-in-Law are on Staff.

These tests revealed several serious conditions including Diabetes, Coronary complications and Bone Cancer. He was admitted and began therapies including Chemo for the Cancer. Over the past 5 weeks, his condition declined to the point where his body could no longer resist the onslaught of disease and he died quietly and peacefully tonite at 7:30pm with My Mom and siblings at his side. He had lapsed into a septic coma the day before.

Fortunately, we all had a last visit this past weekend in which he was lucid and truly happy to see the Family gathered together. I even managed to smuggle in a Bison Rib dinner and glass of wine from Ted's Market BBQ, a restaurant which he loved. Some of his last words to me were about the Boxster we had just purchased in April, and the mods I had been doing.

We had lived in Europe through much of My Childhood, where My Father headed the Int'l. Div. of 3M. While there, My Father owned several wonderful cars including a couple Maserattis, three Jags and a much loved 356A, all of which he wrenched on himself. I remember many Saturday mornings, handing him wrenches and him showing me the workings of these cars.

Some of My best memories of My Father involve cars. My earliest, at 8 years old, being a trip to Zurich in the 356. Winding through the mountain roads, sun shining, I just marvelled at My Father smoothly shifting gears in total harmony with the machine. My last true memory of My Father was a Sunny day in May when I brought the Boxster over to his house to take him for a drive. In retrospect, sort of full circle.

He was amazed at the quality of the Boxster and it's performance, he especially liked the sound of that flat 6, but said it didn't really compare to My Esprit, which he also loved. He did much to encourage My interest throughout the years, and most of what I know about cars, I learned from him.

The World is diminished by one. But, I will always treasure the times we spent driving many different, wonderful cars through the years or simply sharing the same space under the hood.
I will miss him terribly.

Happy Motoring Dad!... Jim'99

Full Moon Madness?
 

FULL MOON MADNESS?
Rural New South Wales, Australia,2200hrs.2nd March 2007. My wife is away for the weekend. I’m sitting alone on the front porch overlooking a tranquil lake with enchantingly mystic mountains in the background. It’s a warm ,balmy evening with a full moon highlighting the silvery white outline of a few drifting cumulus. The pervasive quiet is only interrupted by the occasional eerie howl of a wild dingo. A completely captivating and magical night.
However, I’m inexplicably restless. Could it be “full moon madness”? Maybe I should just howl like the distant dogs!
OR
Why not take my ‘03 silver Box. for a run and let her do the howling!
The top is down, engine is warmed up ,the“high beam” illuminates the familiar deserted mountain road ahead and the cooler air invades the cabin. We’ve settled into that familiar rhythmic, braking, shifting, acceleration through each corner, and the
“tachos” orange glow shows the needle flicking around the 5k. Man and machine in exhilarating and joyous harmony and that wonderful sonorous exhaust “note” echoing through the hills in answer to those distant dingoes.
Am I mad? Have I died and gone to heaven?
Probably a little of the former but I hope not the later as I’m looking forward to my 70th birthday later this year.

Cheers,
Glenn (from "Down Under")

Thanks for sharing, it makes me appreciate the time I got to spend driving my father around this weekend even more.

Glenn, you sure do know how to write! It was like Porsche porn or at the very least, marketing copy for a new car brochure. You rock!

I sure wish I had my boxster down under with you. I love your country. Been there 2x and can't wait to get back. I've been all the way from Tasmania to Port Douglas and points north on the right side. Next trip I'll get to the left coast and check that out after I do some more diving in Cairns.

One more thing. I'm gonna be driving my Porsche hard at 70 just like you. Finally, someone has given me a valid reason to stay healthy to enjoy my golden years the way a man was supposed to enjoy them... behind the wheel of a Porsche!

It doesn't quite compare to some of the great stories here so far but I had to share with you something that made my day...

For what ever reason I was grumpy this morning. I forgot to pick up coffee beans yesterday so stopped by the coffee shop for some new beans and to treat myself to a triple grande cap. I scored a parking spot right out side the store. The weather has bee perfect here in FL, and the top has been down for the last two weeks, this morning was no different.

While in line I notice a kid, 13 maybe, walk right up to the front of the boxster to have a look, then noticed he had his camera phone out and was taking a couple pictures, the gals in front of me noticed this too and were getting a giggle out of it because they knew it was my car. The kid moves on to the side of the car to take some more pics, at this point his mother pulls up in the family SUV, and you could almost see her roll her eyes with "boys and their toys" she waited patiently as the kid snapped off a couple more pics from the back of the car before yielding to his mother... priceless. Made my day and I am still grinning over it.

It reminded me of the Porsche commercial where the kid rides his bike to the dealer, takes the salesman's business card and says I'll see you again in about twenty years.

Heck I still act like that kid when I see a cool car, some things you just don't out grow. :cool:

thats a funny story....

i goto this one bar, and the waitress is like 50 years older then me. she constantly ask's for a ride. i always shy away and kinda go about my way. this next guy starts coming to the bar, and he drives a very nice bmw done up. well lets just say that they are now best friends....thank the lord, i got rid of her...lol.

so from the old to the young.....

i was at the car wash a couple of months back, and this girl, 50 years yonger then me, comes into the car wash, gives me her phone and says, add your number, while i sit in your car....wow that easy! so as i'm putting my number into her phone, she says now take pictures of me sitting in your car....

now if i could only get one my age or within a couple of year up or down....lol

women love our cars, they find it sexy, i've been told. some have said cute!

Having sold my house (just after finally getting it where I wanted after 5 years) I finally moved into a new one about a month ago. Unfortunately, the area seems to be full of young couples with strollers everywhere. Suburban hell.

Weather was spotty for awhile so when it finally started hitting the high 60s to mid 70s I was ready to get it detailed and out on the road. As I'm backing out and getting ready to head down the alley I spot a lovely blond in a forest green Z3. (Hmm) She turns down my alley. (Interesting) Then the garage door behind and to the side of me opens (Now we're talking). I still haven't met her (I'm assuming she's single) but I can imagine some fun times in the high country with her Z3 and my Boxster.....

Roll up to the local friendlys, get out with my girlfriend and orderd some ice cream. The counter girl "is that your car?" I was like yes. She's says can you take me for a ride in it? My girl just looks at me and I didn't say anything.. Counter girl: I'm sorry is this your sister?, Me: Nope my girlfriend Counter girl: well can i still go for a ride.
Me: NOPE. Very funny at the time. :cheers:

I think I should drive alone more often and leave the passenger at home so I could get stories like you guys :D :D :D

There have been some really touching and some really funny stories in this thread.. it has been a great read so far!

My best story so far:

I was at an autocross and mid-afternoon came around, and due to the number of competitors I knew I had plenty of time to drive down the street to get some Burger King (I have since sworn off all fast food, yuck).

I pull into the lot, park, and for the first time since owning the car, left my top down. I knew I was just running in and out and didn't have anything in the car (since I was just at an autocross!).

As I'm standing in line I keep glancing out to my car just to make sure she's okay. I guess I said something to myself or was obvious about looking at the car, because this guy standing behind me with a friend of his, around my age (20-25ish) says "Nice car, isn't it?" I say "Yeah, it really is," and give a smile, thinking he was complimenting me. I go back to looking at the menu. After a minute he speaks up again and says "If you give me your number, I might be persuaded to give you a ride sometime."

WTF?! He's trying to pimp me with my own car!!

I blinked a few times trying to figure out what was going on, while he's just smiling away. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only like 15 seconds, I say "Excuse me?" He repeats, "If you give me your number, I'll call you up and give you a ride sometime." I remember thinking that this had to be a joke... who seriously DOES this? I wish I had been more quick with a good comeback, but all I said was "Uh.... that's MY car, so stop trying to pick me up with it." The guy turned BEET red and when I realized he wasn't going to say anything else I Just turned back and quietly stood in line waiting to place my order. He didn't say anything else, but I think I heard him punch his friend in the shoulder or something.

I got a good laugh out of it after the initial shock wore off.