I just got back from driving my babysitter's father's Porshe 911 type 996 turbo. He found out that I had been to the Porshe factory in Zuffenhausen and offered to take me for a ride. Halfway through, he pulled over and passed me the stick. It was pure heaven. 420bhp at my beck and call, mechanical music blaring behind me while the wind-noise rose as I screamed past 200kph in 3rd gear, laughing all the while.
He told me he'd give me first crack when he sells it.
The WRX isn't going to feel all that snappy tomorrow...
I've still got beer.
He told me he'd give me first crack when he sells it.
The WRX isn't going to feel all that snappy tomorrow...
I've still got beer.