On the way to work this morning, a guy in a last generation black Mustang GT with obviously extra wide rear tires and an obviously tinkered with engine (It was hitting a lick, as we say in the South) came around me. We ended up first in line and side by side at the next light and he tapped his horn to get my attention while I was fumbling through some phone messages. He motioned for me to roll my window down, which I did, and he said "Wanna see what it'll do?". I said with a smile, "I know what it will do", and I really don't need any tickets. He said "let's just go to 60" and I said "fine, but this is no dragster and I'm not dumping my clutch". He said OK and the light promptly turned green. I initiated the quickest start I could muster without abusing my clutch and I heard his rears chirp for a second or two. We appered to leave very evenly and before I knew it I was at 70. When I looked to my right, he was a few feet behind the back of my car and still accellerating. He got on the brakes and tucked in behind me as we settled down to 55-60. He never pulled beside me again and he waved without looking at me as turned off a mile or so later. I know this behavior sounds a little juvenile on my part, but what was I to do? There were no other cars around, we cut it off at a reasonable speed and he pressured me . . . sort of. Besides, I drive a little aggressively anyway, so I wasn't doing much out of the ordinary. Fun stuff.

Last night, I was cruising by myself in a crowded part of town on a 4 lane with my windows and sunroof open. I was stopped at a red light and I heard someone behind me and to my right revving a not very impressive engine to what sounded like redline and shouting "Check out that V8 power - now let me hear that flat 6". I looked over my shoulder to see a couple of guys who looked like Beavis and Butthead in a white delivery van giving it hell. With the sport exhaust unplugged I stabbed the throttle a couple of times to lots of whoops and hollers - I figured they were equipped with at least enough sense to know that my car had a flat 6 in it - why not let 'em hear it. As they drove around, the driver yelled "I love Porsh, Dude" and gave me a peace sign.

I knew I would enjoy driving this car, but I didn't know it would provide so much entertainment in other ways as well. We've all heard the negative stories about the haters out there, but if you have a postive or funny story about the attention your car gets, let's hear it.

 

Sounds like fun.

 

Mostly - I notice the female attention it gets. Hilarious to have a chick 20 years my junior do a shampoo commercial impersonation as she tosses her hair in turning to give me a big smile. Yeah, you're real deep - I think I love you.

But that's great fun, I can stand a bit of attention. Men get sort of invisible after about mid-40's.

I was driving top down with my girlfriend late one night through the entertainment district. Stopped at red light and a Bentley drop top pulls up beside. Late 20'ish driver and female passenger.

Guy leans over and yells -

"nice car - I'd trade you straight across, anytime!"

Must be daddy's car I thought to myself as I yelled back, noting his bodacious escort -

"are you talking about cars or women?"

He breaks into laughter and comes back with...

"****, I'd trade you chicks straight across too!"

Last thing I saw as I pulled away was a female hand coming across his face.

 

Nice story. Great to hear something positive and refreshing. Keep impressing them my friend.
The "P" car, nothing is better.

Jay

 

Here in So Cal, the P-Car don't get any attentions at all!!! It's a dime a dozen here. In my neck of the wood, the P-Car population got a new addition to the pool. A Black-Orange RS was seen driving around... The only make I haven't seen is a Bugatti, otherwise, seen it all....

 

Oh yeah, I did see a black/orange RS in WeHo last time there, a 50ish Asian guy cruising the hip strips with it. Cool car, maybe same one you've seen.

Here in Vancouver it's almost the same - Porsches are everywhere, Boxsters/Caymans more rare. Everyone must have the 911/Cayenne. Lambos, Ferrari's, Ford GT's - lots of goodies around.

But I still get attention with the C2S, particularly with the top down.

Must be the Cobalt Blue.....

 

Dude!!! Got a Cobalt Blue here Too!!!! Good Choice!!!! I have only seen a C-Blue Porsche Once...Otherwise, nil sighting at all!!!! Sometime having a unique color can be a curse or a blessing. Local Police dept know who drive it, they often joke with me at starbuck to have me slow down or one day write me up and mail it to my house. LOL!!!

 

Yeah, I suspect there are far fewer "affordable" areas in So Cal than there is in the Atlanta suburbs. There are some very high end neighborhoods around Atlanta where a 911 would not get much attention, but in the average suburb, a 911 is fairly rare - especially a 997. Maybe people around here are more "practical" as well, because there is no shortage of 6 & 7 series BMWs or big Mercs.

 

I live pretty far north of Atlanta - in an area where the subdivision sprawl is just taking hold. My 997 still gets some serious attention - it can be quite entertaining. However, if I go down into Atlanta - proper, there are a lot more of them, and they seem more common - and seldom get a second look...

 

a yellow car will get the attention, pcar or not

 

First time I got "p-car" attention was in my 993 cab.

I pulled up to a light with the top down and there is a new VW Bug next to me with a cute mid-20's girl (I was mid 30's). She looks over at me, tilts her head to the side, gives me a big smile, and a wave.

Because I'm "all that", I did want any guy my age would do--I looked to the other side of my car to see who she was waving at!

That was the point I realized I have no "skillz".

 

Better to err on the side of caution, Jeff. Would you rather assume she's checking someone else out and be wrong or assume she's checking you out and be wrong. Nothing worse than strutting like a rooster or throwing your hand up with a big smile only to discover she's eyeballing a dude with a gold chain in a red Vette on the other side of you. Although . . . I can't imagine that happening in the real world if we're talking about a lady with any amount of class

 

Here in Fort Lauderdale, I think that there are more Porsches than Hyundais. The only attention I get is from the dealer who wants to sell me another one.