Time to Change Porsches
11-14-2012, 01:55 PM
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Great car and fantastic opportunity for afternoon desert runs with the top down. With PDK shifting, priceless!
11-14-2012, 02:25 PM
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Gary. I'm a new guy round here but I thought I would throw in my .02. Congrats on a beautiful car. You deserve it and I hope you enjoy it.
Human nature seems to require a lot of passionate followers of any car brand to reject evolution of a cars design, especially past the specific model that the person objecting just happen to own. I for one love the new design and would jump at the chance to own one.
I hope the car agrees with your back and enjoy it in good health.
Human nature seems to require a lot of passionate followers of any car brand to reject evolution of a cars design, especially past the specific model that the person objecting just happen to own. I for one love the new design and would jump at the chance to own one.
I hope the car agrees with your back and enjoy it in good health.
)Gary
11-14-2012, 02:57 PM
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Oh, the inhumanity of break in.
Gary
11-14-2012, 03:30 PM
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I can't drive the desert roads. Too many straight runs at steady speed for a break-in period. I am forced to seek winding roads with challenging changes of radius and camber, vicious slopes, and frequent close approaches to oceans, wildlife, and vegetation. This is why I am compelled to drive the notorious Coast Highway next month from our southern border to the City by the Bay and points north. Like the wine country of Marin.
Oh, the inhumanity of break in.
Gary
Oh, the inhumanity of break in.
Gary
11-23-2012, 11:31 PM
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Took delivery yesterday. [...] It was a PDK, a convertible, and this time I was coming home in Friday night traffic on two of the busiest freeways in the world, the 101 and the 405 next to Los Angeles. Then I escaped onto the 14 which heads over the Angeles mountains to Antelope Valley. Still heavy end-of-week commuter traffic but averaging ten knots faster.
A confession I have not vouchsafed the 991 folks yet: A few nights ago, I grabbed a quick tankful of gas half a block from the restaurant I intended for dinner. On re-starting, I punched 'sport' mode which wakens the PSE as a side effect. Usually, I suppress that if I'm not on track, but I was maneuvering around a refrigerator truck restocking the station's snack shop so I didn't get around to that button. Pulled into the exit drive which has a sharp dip for drainage.
A car was turning onto the four-lane road from a light an eighth-mile away. Lots of room. I pulled across that dip gently to keep from bruising the cute little airdam our cars have and automatically checked the oncoming traffic once more as I accelerated gently away. Bozo in his Sport Lump took offense at my pulling onto his four-lane road and suddenly he was at full throttle planning to show his displeasure by strafing me.
A gentleman at this point would have backed up into the exitway to give him passage, but... well, it may come through now and again that I have this slight aggressive streak. I hide it quite successfully most of the time, ahem, but not always. While I was busy deciding what to order at the restaurant half a block away, that alter ego took over and sorta kinda dipped into the throttle a little too far. Alright 'he' might have firewalled it.
The PDK can't leave it at that, you know. It downshifted, hammered first all the way to redline, slammed a shift back up to second after what seemed like 1800 milliseconds of first gear trauma, and then... well, in that half block we managed to approach redline in second (if you don't know, go back to the 356 forum). And we did all that with sport exhaust engaged. Okay, okay. No committee was around. No 'we'. [I'm old; I was being so careful driving that I couldn't spare a thumb to upshift early; the dog ate my...] I'm afraid I did it all myself.
But my goodness. That sport exhaust near redline is a cheerful sound, isn't it? It echoed off buildings in both directions that normally are too far off the road surface to generate audible echoes. The other driver had a stunned expression as he weaved past in the Lumpmobile as I slowed for the restaurant. I might be wrong, but it looked like blood was running out of the ear nearest to me. Two old gentlemen in Wienerschnitzel lost control of their bladders. A woman swooned; her child was shaking her and crying 'Mommy!".
I shall remember to suppress PSE in civilized precincts hereafter. And keep it under 4000 again for the next 1074 miles.
Gary
