Ive always dreamed of owning a Porsche. As a kid whenever one passed by my mom would point it out... and it made me want it even more. My moms always dreamed of owning a 911 and I guess the Porsche gene passed to me.
Heres a little snippet from an essay I just wrote for a stupid college Communications class... but since I got to chose the topic I wrote about getting my car...
"Thump, thump, thump. I think I'm going to have a heart attack. My heart, a raging demon trying to force its way out of its cage, is insatuable. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. There it is. A deep blue sapphire sparkling in the summer sun. Time seemed to fade away, everything became unfocused, and all my attention was on the blue beauty majestically driving towards me. Walter pulled up in the Porsche. The Porsche I travelled 500 miles to buy. The surreal moment passed and reality struck a heavy blow. This is my Porsche. "
I was 16 years old and the date was June 23rd, 2006 I bought my car and drove it 500 miles home with the top down, the radio blasting, rocking my $400 Oakleys. It too me 9 months to find the right car and just as long to convince my mother. Leave it to her I would have ended up with a 1989 red Firebird V8 or a 2000 black mustang base. Im glad I kept at it.
Since buying the car, I worked at the number 1 volume Chevrolet dealership in the entire midwest. Ive drivin' almost everything you can imagine other than a ferrari, lambo, bugatti, and rolls.
I made the right choice because nothing feels life my 1997 boxster and nothing makes me smile more. Ive already sold myself on never not owning a Porsche no matter where I am in life.
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