I once owned a car with a turbo,
Man that thing would get up and go.
If I had only one wish,
For my dear nine-eight-six,
It would be to make boost like her 911 big bro

Adapted from A Clockwork Orange.

And it was like for a moment, Oh my brothers, Some great bird flew as I pressed the accelerator andI felt all the malenky little hairs on my plott standing endwise and the shivers crawling up like slow malenky lizards and then down again. Because what I heard was the glorious sound of the roar of the 986.

The Precious Two
 

The precious two, inlet air and purging fire,
The first my throttle, the other my desire;

Both are with thee, wherever I drive,
Always growling, especially turn five;

For when these are gone,
Life stops, I feel very alone;

Then next race day, all recurred,
Back again, happiness assured;

By swift Boxster they return'd to thee,
Blowing air and blazing flames, recounting into me;

With these thoughts, driving makes me glad,
But without air or fire, I would be very, very, sad.

Between fitness, music and poetry - we've turned this forum into a regular Masterpiece Theatre !

How Can I Survive The IMS Plight?
 

How can I survive the IMS plight?
When a failure can happen, day or night;

Why be debarr'd of a good night’s rest?
Worrying about failure, my thoughts always oppress'd;

Each bearing, OEM or aftermarket reign,
One fails by toil, the other extreme price pain;

Constant thoughts torture me,
How far will IMS bearing labor for thee?

I say myself to keep thoughts bright,
Flatter thy nine-eight-six, day and night;

But doth this make the IMS bearing last longer?
No! Racing thy Boxster every day and night makes the IMS bearing stronger!

How doth one find the words ?

Jager is a poet and knows how to show it.

Maybe he should change his handle to Jagerbard?

DBear

How Bored Am I
 

Any forum members experienced driving the freeways of LA? Then you understand what traffic can be like, on this first day of May.



How bored am I when traffic’s in my way?
To test my patience, in one lane I stay;

Every semi-truck in my mirrors appear to thrust,
Bumper-to-bumper, do motorcycles I trust?

In thy Boxster, where my joys are,
Sitting in traffic I realize it’s not just a car;

I think of delightful Nine-Eight-Six things,
A magnificent machine, that uses IMS bearings;

Most worthy of comfort, Nine-Eight-Six never gives me grief,
Should I keep the doors locked for an unsuspecting thief?

The frunk is like a hidden Pirate’s chest,
Within thy enclosure I can hide my best;

The trunk is small but provides plenty room,
Often while cleaning I neglect to vacuum;

Suddenly, a cabriolet appears to the left of me,
Two brunettes showing me their bare breasts and belly!

I think to thyself, tis it me or thy Boxster?
Or maybe¸ just maybe, these babes think I’m a Movie Star?

I have to focus, darn it, traffic starts to move,
I stare to my left knowing my wife would not approve;

Making good time thou was not, but suddenly I feel thou art,
Rolling, where Porsche pleasures come, but now loveliness part;

Traffic is moving, darn it, a lovely moment gone I fear,
Bored no more, there are beautiful breasts fading in my rear view mirror.

Phew ! A man of great pentameter pulchritude indeed !

I wandered lonely as a cloud....
 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
O'er vales and hills, the howl of flat six
When all at once I saw a crowd,
Gathered round, a yellow 986;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Set my heart a flutter on the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Tracing my track around the bay:
260 horses saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


An Ode to JD & a car i never get tired of looking at!

986
Alone
Cave
Dark
Cold

986
Together
Outside
Sunshine
Warmth

986
Time
Patience
Reunion
986

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I once bought a box from PA;
I flew to it that very day.
When I got there alas,
It was all out of gas,
So I only could drive a short way.

When I got there I drove it all night,
The experience was such a delight.
But the first thing I see,
When I enter NC,
Is the glow of the check engine light.

But luckily all ended well,
As the folks on this forum did tell,
With some luck and some smarts,
And some Pelican parts,
Bid adieu to the dang CEL.

Very good, I like the part about the horses.

Whenever I hear this poem, all I can think of is Monty Python.

Monty Python - Poets - YouTube

Come all ye Bardolators !

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.

Getting a little late in the UK so I'll end on a simple rhyme...
 

There were some men from Stuttgart,
For whom designing a car was an art,
A water pumping flat six,
260 gee gee's in the mix,
Set this fine roadster apart!

Well done...

Bravo! Encore...Encore!

We've been immortalized !!

My 986 runneth over !