Why the passion for Porsche? I don't Get It!!
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uptheorg....something is wrong...you definitley need professional help!!
I, on the otherhand, can't see how anyone could be passionate about a Z3.....(and there is nothing wrong with me)
max
I, on the otherhand, can't see how anyone could be passionate about a Z3.....(and there is nothing wrong with me)
max
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Richard, reading your Porsche/RUF/Germany posts yesterday on the PP BBS really made my day!!
thanks for sharing
max
thanks for sharing
max
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I applaud you for asking, but concur with most here...if you don't get it, you likely won't, and that is not a slam at all. I think the voice is there, or it is not. For me, there is a voice.
Where does it come from? Some say the heart, some say the head, still others…the soul. But it really doesn’t matter.
When did you first hear that voice? Perpahs when you first saw one, or later in life when perhaps you drove one. But I think for a true Porsche companion (I say companion because who could truly own something with a soul of its own?) the voice is a part of you, it always has been. You just never listened…until Now. Now could be when you are 7 years old and see one. Now could be when you are 70 years old and your child owns one. Now could be when you finally make “enough”.
For me, I like to think the voice has always been there. The voice started for me was perhaps before I was born. That voice was searching for something unknown, unsatisfied…and so it waited, quietly.
It waited until I saw one…I lived in a small town, so the first one I saw was a poster. Porsche 930…exotic word, exotic car, insane speeds…simply a dream. And the voice murmured its first word…“Porsche”. My mother saw a new look in her son’s eyes, and bought me the poster. I stared at it…and stared at it, burning each curve into my memory, and dreaming what such a car must be like. The 7 year old boy drove that car daily, twisting through mountain roads and across long imaginary straights, and the voice whispered…“Porsche”.
Then one day I saw one. A red 911, probably about 1975. There it was…in the flesh. Traffic ceased to move, birds quieted, my heart stopped, my mind when blank, my blood was quiet in my veins…such silence has never been. And then the voice, up to now whispering to me, roared and echoed off all the nearby buildings, shattering the silence, becoming its own force, and leaving an indelible mark on my soul. I heard the voice, and it said simply, yet piercingly…“Porsche”.
I have never stopped listening to the voice since that day. I have told the voice to be patient, I have told it to shut up…but I have never told it to go away.
About 18 months ago, I was helping a friend hunt for a new Boxster. The voice could simply no longer be silenced. It woke me up, it lulled me to sleep. It permeated my dreams, it soured other cars. My Now was approaching.
Now blossomed into a 1995 Midnight Blue Metallic 911 Cabriolet. As I started the 3.6l engine, the voice was screaming “Porsche” in perfect synchronization. Now had arrived.
Now I drive the car…rather, the voice drives me to drive the car as often as possible. I start the engine, shift into gear, and smile with a joy that is still illegal in some parts of the world. I race through the curves, across mountains, bridges, valleys with a voice speaking to me in a state of utter, pure, childlike joy…“Porsche”.
Where does it come from? Some say the heart, some say the head, still others…the soul. But it really doesn’t matter.
When did you first hear that voice? Perpahs when you first saw one, or later in life when perhaps you drove one. But I think for a true Porsche companion (I say companion because who could truly own something with a soul of its own?) the voice is a part of you, it always has been. You just never listened…until Now. Now could be when you are 7 years old and see one. Now could be when you are 70 years old and your child owns one. Now could be when you finally make “enough”.
For me, I like to think the voice has always been there. The voice started for me was perhaps before I was born. That voice was searching for something unknown, unsatisfied…and so it waited, quietly.
It waited until I saw one…I lived in a small town, so the first one I saw was a poster. Porsche 930…exotic word, exotic car, insane speeds…simply a dream. And the voice murmured its first word…“Porsche”. My mother saw a new look in her son’s eyes, and bought me the poster. I stared at it…and stared at it, burning each curve into my memory, and dreaming what such a car must be like. The 7 year old boy drove that car daily, twisting through mountain roads and across long imaginary straights, and the voice whispered…“Porsche”.
Then one day I saw one. A red 911, probably about 1975. There it was…in the flesh. Traffic ceased to move, birds quieted, my heart stopped, my mind when blank, my blood was quiet in my veins…such silence has never been. And then the voice, up to now whispering to me, roared and echoed off all the nearby buildings, shattering the silence, becoming its own force, and leaving an indelible mark on my soul. I heard the voice, and it said simply, yet piercingly…“Porsche”.
I have never stopped listening to the voice since that day. I have told the voice to be patient, I have told it to shut up…but I have never told it to go away.
About 18 months ago, I was helping a friend hunt for a new Boxster. The voice could simply no longer be silenced. It woke me up, it lulled me to sleep. It permeated my dreams, it soured other cars. My Now was approaching.
Now blossomed into a 1995 Midnight Blue Metallic 911 Cabriolet. As I started the 3.6l engine, the voice was screaming “Porsche” in perfect synchronization. Now had arrived.
Now I drive the car…rather, the voice drives me to drive the car as often as possible. I start the engine, shift into gear, and smile with a joy that is still illegal in some parts of the world. I race through the curves, across mountains, bridges, valleys with a voice speaking to me in a state of utter, pure, childlike joy…“Porsche”.
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Re: Why the passion for Porsche? I don't Get It!!
Originally posted by uptheorg
You guys may want to throw me off the board for this one, but I have got to say it. All my life I have wanted a 911 (I am 45) but could never afford it until now. Two months ago I got my '95 Cabrio C4 in midnight blue/grey and, yes it is a wonderful car, but I cannot understand the passion you guys have for these Porsche's!!!!
I feel like I must be missing something about the cars? I had a Fiat X1.9 manual -- loved it in 1988. I had a Lexus SC400 -- loved it in 1993. I had a BMW 540i manual -- loved it in 1999. I had a BMW Z3 manual -- loved it in 2000. Maybe I am not discerning enough? I test drove the new BMW Z4 manual -- loads of fun, but for essentially the same money I was able to get the Carrera. So I did. All you guys say you never looked back once you got the Porsche. But I am looking back! Why? I see alot of the great things you all see about the car (its looks, handling, power, reliability, etc.), but it doesn't seem so great that I am getting any more attached to it than I did my Z3!
It occurs to me that there is some sort of "groupthink" that lets you get so passionate about the cars. Maybe because it is acceptable to be passionate, you allow yourself to be. I have loved all of my cars, but there was never a "club" to join, so I never did. I am thinking, for example, if there was a Rennlist.com for Z4's that had a membership like this one, I would probably be in there. (I am already anticipating you guys telling me about bulletin boards for all of these categories, but I still am trying to make my point . . .)
Whenever I drive my new car, I like it, maybe even love it. But somehow, I enjoy the roadsters, too. (I have driven many a boxster as well.) Maybe I just like the roadster concept and design better? I don't and probably won't track my car -- it occurs to me that this adds to the passion most of you have.
What am I missing? Comments anyone? Please don't tell me if I don't get it, I never will! This is a serious post and I don't mean to insult anyone . . .
You guys may want to throw me off the board for this one, but I have got to say it. All my life I have wanted a 911 (I am 45) but could never afford it until now. Two months ago I got my '95 Cabrio C4 in midnight blue/grey and, yes it is a wonderful car, but I cannot understand the passion you guys have for these Porsche's!!!!
I feel like I must be missing something about the cars? I had a Fiat X1.9 manual -- loved it in 1988. I had a Lexus SC400 -- loved it in 1993. I had a BMW 540i manual -- loved it in 1999. I had a BMW Z3 manual -- loved it in 2000. Maybe I am not discerning enough? I test drove the new BMW Z4 manual -- loads of fun, but for essentially the same money I was able to get the Carrera. So I did. All you guys say you never looked back once you got the Porsche. But I am looking back! Why? I see alot of the great things you all see about the car (its looks, handling, power, reliability, etc.), but it doesn't seem so great that I am getting any more attached to it than I did my Z3!
It occurs to me that there is some sort of "groupthink" that lets you get so passionate about the cars. Maybe because it is acceptable to be passionate, you allow yourself to be. I have loved all of my cars, but there was never a "club" to join, so I never did. I am thinking, for example, if there was a Rennlist.com for Z4's that had a membership like this one, I would probably be in there. (I am already anticipating you guys telling me about bulletin boards for all of these categories, but I still am trying to make my point . . .)
Whenever I drive my new car, I like it, maybe even love it. But somehow, I enjoy the roadsters, too. (I have driven many a boxster as well.) Maybe I just like the roadster concept and design better? I don't and probably won't track my car -- it occurs to me that this adds to the passion most of you have.
What am I missing? Comments anyone? Please don't tell me if I don't get it, I never will! This is a serious post and I don't mean to insult anyone . . .
Well, the 993 is built for driving. The other cars you list are built for cruising. If you don't have the passion, you just don't have it. If you can't just stand outside a 993 and just feel the excitement, you're missing something?
But to each his own. Cause none of the cars you list give me pause at all. All seem to be the same to me.....But a 993, now thats exclusive!
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The first time I drove my 993 my heart was racing, adrenaline pumping and I was only going 30 mph.... I have owned a lot of cars, Corvette C5, Viper for a short period of time, RX-7, 300Z, and on and on. There is not a single car that compares even out of the cars I have driven Ferrari, NSX and the ones mentioned above. Like others have said its there or its not there the passion for these cars. I felt that way before I was a member here and it wasn't a "status" thing or an "ego" thing or just because of the name. Its a connection with the car, I would take the car by myself on a windy road that was about a 25 min. drive near my house. Fairly vacant early on Sunday mornings and let the car run pretty hard there is nothing like the sound and feel of a porsche its incredible! If the Z4 does it for you great but I will stick to Porsche.
I sold mine and it was the worst thing I have ever done now I am on a mission to find another 993.
I sold mine and it was the worst thing I have ever done now I am on a mission to find another 993.
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uptheorg,
cars make no sense. they are depreciating assets but i love them. passion for porsches is even more senseless. frankly, they aren't the most comfy, lights, fastest, most reliable by any means. in fact, i can criticize my p cars more than i can praise them. but when i put my right foot on the LOUD pedal, it all becomes clear.
if you don't get it, it's actually a blessing. you will retire with far more money than otherwise ;o)
cp: "We may date many women, but only marry one."..... really? is that so...
cars make no sense. they are depreciating assets but i love them. passion for porsches is even more senseless. frankly, they aren't the most comfy, lights, fastest, most reliable by any means. in fact, i can criticize my p cars more than i can praise them. but when i put my right foot on the LOUD pedal, it all becomes clear.
if you don't get it, it's actually a blessing. you will retire with far more money than otherwise ;o)
cp: "We may date many women, but only marry one."..... really? is that so...
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I had always wanted a Carrera for as long as I can remember. Growing up in a small city in Montana there was exactly one of them in town. I think I was intirgued by the uniqueness of that car but I never really knew much more about Porsches than what I read in the occasional car magazine in a waiting room. At age 29, after owning a few entry level luxury cars, it dawned on me that I could afford to buy an older Carrera ('86) as a second car and see if I liked owning it. I can't say that I was imediately bitten buy the porsche "fanatic bug" but I did really enjoy driving the car and as time went by I started enjoying it more and more. Having determined that Porsche ownership wasn't just going to be a phase I was going through I stepped up and bought a 993. After a year of ownership and a few DIY's I can't ever imagine selling it. I don't know if I have that special bond with my car that others seem to have but I find my interest in Porsche's growing everyday.
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I got "it" at 10 years old. Cant explain it cant describe it.
Saw my uncles 1970 911s- rode in it and that was it.
I waited 35 more years till I finally got a 993 TT. I knew in
95 when I saw Steves (ca993tt) at the LA auto show that the
993 was the one. I love it -I smell it- I live it.
oh and I drive it too.
Saw my uncles 1970 911s- rode in it and that was it.
I waited 35 more years till I finally got a 993 TT. I knew in
95 when I saw Steves (ca993tt) at the LA auto show that the
993 was the one. I love it -I smell it- I live it.
oh and I drive it too.
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Since we're into revealing in this thread when we contracted the illness: I got it during an 85 mph drift in the Smothers Bros Racing U2L Trans Am 911.
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I know UptheOrg feels, but I also believe he will change his views over time.
I was a through and through BMW fan for years. I still am to be honest, and my last car before my 993 was a Black M Coupe with 315 horses and a lot more stability and road holding that my 993 C2. I expected more when I changed to the 993 even though I knew there was less horses in the 993, and frankly was disappointed that I got less. Firstly it was not as evenly weighted as the M Coupe, and secondly there, was quite a bit of wind noise that I was not used too from the Beemer.
Now, having said all that... As one begins the drive the 993, and work on it themselves, they begin to get a sense of appreciation for the simplicity of design, and construction. You can just about fix anything on a 993 yourself if you have the patience. Once you start fixing things and improving your car, which you can do more so with a Porsche than a BMW, then you begin to understand why these cars are so special. They are virtually indestructable and don't really age in terms of turning heads appeal.
This unfortunately is not the case for BMW, although they are close.
H.
I was a through and through BMW fan for years. I still am to be honest, and my last car before my 993 was a Black M Coupe with 315 horses and a lot more stability and road holding that my 993 C2. I expected more when I changed to the 993 even though I knew there was less horses in the 993, and frankly was disappointed that I got less. Firstly it was not as evenly weighted as the M Coupe, and secondly there, was quite a bit of wind noise that I was not used too from the Beemer.
Now, having said all that... As one begins the drive the 993, and work on it themselves, they begin to get a sense of appreciation for the simplicity of design, and construction. You can just about fix anything on a 993 yourself if you have the patience. Once you start fixing things and improving your car, which you can do more so with a Porsche than a BMW, then you begin to understand why these cars are so special. They are virtually indestructable and don't really age in terms of turning heads appeal.
This unfortunately is not the case for BMW, although they are close.
H.
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"Passion" alone, let alone "passion" for anything, is internal, ingrained, and intangible. If one doesn't have the love for the 911, perhaps one either doesn't LOVE cars, or one doesn't feel that instant sensoral/emotional gratification for this particular breed, of which there is no rational explanation or cure.
Can I explain my Passion for my (long-gone) Alfa Spider? Or my passion for cooking --my wife loves that I have this one, but she doesn't understand it! My passion for music and guitars --again, lost on the wife. And the passion for my 993 and all things Porsche? --She doesn't even try
If you "don't get it," there's no shame or wrong. Perhaps it just isn't "your thing." Lets face it, what kind of freak gets attached to inanimate objects?
My name is Edward and I am a _________a-holic.
(at least this is how my wife would describe me, but if the shoe fits...)
Edward
Can I explain my Passion for my (long-gone) Alfa Spider? Or my passion for cooking --my wife loves that I have this one, but she doesn't understand it! My passion for music and guitars --again, lost on the wife. And the passion for my 993 and all things Porsche? --She doesn't even try
If you "don't get it," there's no shame or wrong. Perhaps it just isn't "your thing." Lets face it, what kind of freak gets attached to inanimate objects?
My name is Edward and I am a _________a-holic.
(at least this is how my wife would describe me, but if the shoe fits...)
Edward
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The passion of Porsches is a unique thing and different for many people. Sometimes it grows on you. Sometimes it's spontaneous. For me, it was immediate as I became addicted as a 3-year old. For my wife, it took her a while.
Whenever I drive my car, it's instant therapy. I don't even have to be driving fast to enjoy it. I love the feeling that I get from the steering wheel, the vibration in the seat, pedals, and, of course, the lovely sound of the flat-6.
Whenever I drive my car, it's instant therapy. I don't even have to be driving fast to enjoy it. I love the feeling that I get from the steering wheel, the vibration in the seat, pedals, and, of course, the lovely sound of the flat-6.
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