Yesterday, I Forgot to Worry
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Get a life! It's a forum about the love and respect we have for our cars. A good drive is something to write about. I thought it was good and a reminder of why we love our cars so much. Quit trolling our forum and making disparaging remarks.
#18
It feels great not to worry - extremely well written OP! I wonder why so many of us (car guys, not just P-car owners) get a vehicle because we "fall in love" or because "it's what I've always wanted" and then we turn it into some sort of baby that can't be touched or a tool that can't be used.
Don't put the P _ _ _ _ on a pedestal! (hopefully you completed that as P - C A R) Use it for what you bought it for - fun driving!
Just reading the OP makes me want to go for a drive - and not think about anything else in the world. Hey, for what it's worth, KoB - I think once you go cabriolet there's no going back!
Don't put the P _ _ _ _ on a pedestal! (hopefully you completed that as P - C A R) Use it for what you bought it for - fun driving!
Just reading the OP makes me want to go for a drive - and not think about anything else in the world. Hey, for what it's worth, KoB - I think once you go cabriolet there's no going back!
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I echo these comments. It's pure driving bliss that while German made gets an Italian tune up every time I get a chance to drive it .
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i agree with the OP,it's so much fun when you drive it without worry about it,this is my weekend car(no by choice) but every time i get in it and just hear the rumble, bring smile to my face,if the motor goes,well a least let have fun with it
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Someone needs to offset the fear mongering assclowns that frequent these forums. If Al Gore hadn't invented the internet, 95% of us would live in blissful ignorance and actually enjoy our cars (God forbid).
#23
Yesterday evening I went to visit a group of old and new friends who meet regularly at a local cigar lounge. It's maybe 25 - 30 miles from home, depending on the route. And on the way back to my house, a strange thing happened ...
It was a beautiful evening. About 65 - 70 degrees, low humidity, and mostly clear skies. I had the windows up and the top down. The breeze was cool, but not cold. Following some recent maintenance, my car has been running very nicely, and last night was no exception. While the Northway isn't quite the Autobahn, my 996 and I were in our element, cruising effortlessly in the outside lane. We even drew a few admiring glances from fellow motorists -- who obviously didn't know, or care, that we have radiators.
The strange part? I actually forgot to worry about my car. For a brief, shining moment I didn't think about my metal impeller water pump. I didn't think about the temperature gauge, and whether the needle was going to stay between the "8" and "0". I didn't think about a single one of the 27 documented modes of failure. I didn't wonder if every noise was a lifter, a cam chain tensioner, a scored cylinder, that idiotic bearing -- or the truck next to me. I didn't even think about wheel bearings, or window regulators, or cabriolet top hydraulic cylinders, or any of the other zillion and seventy-three parts that'll go bad sooner or later. I didn't think about the declining value and incipient worthlessness of my 996, or that it's a cab -- which I'm told that nobody in their right mind should want -- and how pretty soon if a bird poops on my car the insurance company will probably want to total it.
I just drove my car and enjoyed the hell out of it. Deployed the spoiler a couple times on the highway, made a brief detour down a curvy back road, and got home with a big stupid grin on my face. It was almost as if my 996 -- which we all know is a money pit, a rolling heap of misery, a disaster waiting to happen -- had somehow been replaced by a fast, comfortable, exciting, modern sports car.
Who knew?
It was a beautiful evening. About 65 - 70 degrees, low humidity, and mostly clear skies. I had the windows up and the top down. The breeze was cool, but not cold. Following some recent maintenance, my car has been running very nicely, and last night was no exception. While the Northway isn't quite the Autobahn, my 996 and I were in our element, cruising effortlessly in the outside lane. We even drew a few admiring glances from fellow motorists -- who obviously didn't know, or care, that we have radiators.
The strange part? I actually forgot to worry about my car. For a brief, shining moment I didn't think about my metal impeller water pump. I didn't think about the temperature gauge, and whether the needle was going to stay between the "8" and "0". I didn't think about a single one of the 27 documented modes of failure. I didn't wonder if every noise was a lifter, a cam chain tensioner, a scored cylinder, that idiotic bearing -- or the truck next to me. I didn't even think about wheel bearings, or window regulators, or cabriolet top hydraulic cylinders, or any of the other zillion and seventy-three parts that'll go bad sooner or later. I didn't think about the declining value and incipient worthlessness of my 996, or that it's a cab -- which I'm told that nobody in their right mind should want -- and how pretty soon if a bird poops on my car the insurance company will probably want to total it.
I just drove my car and enjoyed the hell out of it. Deployed the spoiler a couple times on the highway, made a brief detour down a curvy back road, and got home with a big stupid grin on my face. It was almost as if my 996 -- which we all know is a money pit, a rolling heap of misery, a disaster waiting to happen -- had somehow been replaced by a fast, comfortable, exciting, modern sports car.
Who knew?
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Sorry to inform you KoB, but TINSTAAFL.
It will catch up with you. Maybe a day.... maybe a week.... maybe a month from now.... you will be soundly dozing in your bed... then it will hit.
You will burst awake with terrifying night tremors, sweat spouting from every pore.... and will suddenly have an unquenchable urge to start replacing random parts on your car.
I feel sorry for your poor tortured soul....
It will catch up with you. Maybe a day.... maybe a week.... maybe a month from now.... you will be soundly dozing in your bed... then it will hit.
You will burst awake with terrifying night tremors, sweat spouting from every pore.... and will suddenly have an unquenchable urge to start replacing random parts on your car.
I feel sorry for your poor tortured soul....
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Sorry to inform you KoB, but TINSTAAFL. It will catch up with you. Maybe a day.... maybe a week.... maybe a month from now.... you will be soundly dozing in your bed... then it will hit. You will burst awake with terrifying night tremors, sweat spouting from every pore.... and will suddenly have an unquenchable urge to start replacing random parts on your car. I feel sorry for your poor tortured soul....
Word is, Documented Mode of Failure Anxiety Disorder (DMFAD) will be included in the next edition of the DSM.
#30
Race Director
Another reason to love the 996: The 70-100 time in 3rd gear. In the same way I have a pretty good grasp of chemistry and physiology and yet I have no clue how the female brain functions, the 996 does things with "only" 300hp that don't always seem to make sense.
The 996 may be a little too...seasoned...to still be part of the supercar club, but it can cruise @ 100+ all day long, with the best of the GT cars. 100MPH in a 996 feels like riding a cruise missile, 100MPH in a Ferrari feels like being a drug dealer in a bad cop movie, and 100MPH in a Bentley feels like driving a runaway locomotive. "Damn, I hope nobody pulls out in front of me."
Still the best car I've ever owned, and I still have NO urge to go car shopping.
The 996 may be a little too...seasoned...to still be part of the supercar club, but it can cruise @ 100+ all day long, with the best of the GT cars. 100MPH in a 996 feels like riding a cruise missile, 100MPH in a Ferrari feels like being a drug dealer in a bad cop movie, and 100MPH in a Bentley feels like driving a runaway locomotive. "Damn, I hope nobody pulls out in front of me."
Still the best car I've ever owned, and I still have NO urge to go car shopping.