What is it with kids today? Why do they think that super-gluing a spoiler to their 87 Honda Civic and put "Ingen" stickers in the back window will suddenly allow them to keep up with a Porsche 911?
Back in the days (not so long ago), when I drove POS cars, I didn't try to out run 911s.
Heck, even when I had some better cars, like Buick Rivs and Regals, I still didn't try to race Porsche. Or any other performance car, for that matter (Although my Riv could take out most Camaros, but then what car couldn't?)
Now, I can't drive to work without some 16 year old who as watched 2 Fast 2 Furious, and taped their mom's ironing board to the hatchback wanting to race me. And we are not even talking "show cars"--you know, they look great, but are just looks--I am talking rusty quarterpanels, primer and random bolts and screws holding it together, struggling to keep up with me at 75 mph.
Somebody either needs to explain about the thousands of dollars in imported engines, NOS and other etc. parts required to make their Honda Too Fast, or needs ground them and take away their PSP version of Need for Speed.
But the young aren't the only ones out there with futile ambitions of out racing a Porsche 911. On the other end of the scale, I am constantly running into Lincoln Navigators, Hummers, and Cadie Avalanches and Excalades trying to keep pace.
Now, as a note, I don't like to speed--too much. I normally go around the speed limit or so, but these guys just won't let up. So I shut them down.
Take for instance this red Avalanche that decided to try to pass me a dozen times on a 100 mile or so strip of highway leading to the beach. He would race up on me, and I would match his speed, usually around 100 until I had to deal with slower traffic. Then I would speed up, get out of the slow lane and leave him far behind. After a while, I would slow to a normal speed, only to find him coming on me again for more of the same. Well, I did the same routine with him a half-dozen times or so, until we got to the end of the road and moved into town, where he pulled into the first Gas Station we came across.
Normally, I would have just let it pass, but I had to do a once around the BP, wave, and drive off laughing. He may have been able to keep up with me (when I slowed down to let him), but it cost him probably 5 times the gas to do it. I remember that lesson whenever one of these luxury trucks decided to try and race me. Sure, it might not be a hardship for the people who can afford those rides, but it's never easy pumping $100 into your tank knowing you wasted it while your brand new SUV got punked by a 20-year-old convertible.
Boy, didn't this post come out a little arrogant? Well, i guess so, but if it's the truth, what can you do. It's the reason we love and drive Porsches. And I can forgive the SUV drivers, they bought nice rides and want to test them, at their expense, but, it is a fair test.
As for the wannabe Vin Dissels in the Matchbox knock-offs....All I got to say is...Well, I don't really know what to say....Get a real car is just mean....How about this: Drive within your means. You know what your car can and can't do. If you can't keep up, don't embarrass yourself. I have had girlfriends hanging out the car window after the loser's ride finally catches up at a traffic light, shouting that they love my car and yelling phone numbers. Do you really want to embarrass yourselves like that?
(This Post is a Rant, and could be a fictionalization or exaggeration. All numbers are suspect and are not admissible Ninja do not condone violation of any traffic laws. Drive safe. Drive smart)
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, February 8, 2007
So, I got a Porsche...
I was invited to the Porsche Blogger network because I mentioned I have a Porsche in my other blog.
Now, I don't regularly talk about my car in Beach Ninja Blues, so I didn't know if I would fit in, but then I thought I might have a unique perspective to Porsche ownership.
My parents have had this 1988 Porsche 911 Cabriolet, and after years of attempted bribing, begging and other coniving, they finally signed it over to me.
It is in good shape. Needs this and that. I might not be able to afford it, but I am going to enjoy it while I can.
Now, I don't regularly talk about my car in Beach Ninja Blues, so I didn't know if I would fit in, but then I thought I might have a unique perspective to Porsche ownership.
My parents have had this 1988 Porsche 911 Cabriolet, and after years of attempted bribing, begging and other coniving, they finally signed it over to me.
It is in good shape. Needs this and that. I might not be able to afford it, but I am going to enjoy it while I can.
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