Here we go

 

        I don't know jack all about Porsche. So how did I get here? I saw a Panamera on the road and thought that it looked great. The car guy co-worker was breaking my balls about cars. I am not a car guy. There is no love for them. I want to be comfortable. Normally I put 26k a year on a car. That is a lot of windshield time. So old boy is a ball breaker, funny as hell. Most the time I don't hear anything he says. Yet when pressured about a dream car I said a Panamera would be cool or a Jag F-type. I was never going to buy either. We own both our cars. Both cars are in excellent working order. No problems. That bastard planted a seed.

        Then a few weeks later he is showing me pictures of the inside. I start looking at the pictures on my own. A few weeks after that he is showing me prices and watching youtube videos on Panameras. I am now looking at prices. 25-30 for a Porsche, fuck yeah. I have never driven one or sat in one. Now I am infected.

        The next week I am on call. For work, for customer issues, not calling for availability. Yet that is exactly what happens. Not doing shit I started searching. I was going to drive to Boston or NJ and take a look. Just a look. I have the time, not doing shit. 

        Ohhhhh I find one so close. An hour and change away. She is blue. I like Blue. She has white-ish in side. I want brown or black. But she is cheap and did I say blue. I had a blue 93 aero I put 287k on. I like blue. I call. They answer and we have an appointment. I call the bank, good to go. They call me back. Another saleman was working the same car. It just sold as my guy went to secure the key and put it on hold. 

        I am cheated. I am off to bed sick. Not sick I didn't get it. I can't believe I just about piss all that coin away. Our cars are fine. Good cars. No problems. 

        Now I debriefed the Wifi. She was cool. Didn't care what I did. The next day I tell her the story. Wifi say what does it look like. Whatever pissin away coin and doing stupid shit is my job. Why doesn't she care? The car was more than our kitchen we just did. So I show her the car. She says go fuckin get one, but I get to come with you when you do.

        After searching the Northeast for a used one. One with maintenance records, up to date maintenance, and a clear carfax. Remember I was planning to go 7 hours to Boston. Some how, some way a boy sits 30 minutes away. Down the street from my VA. It had been there all this time. I never ever saw it once. Nor did that asshole co-worker who planted the seed. A 2010 4S Black on Black with 71,000, 60k maintenance completed at the dealer at 62,381 and new tires put. Asking 30k.

        Before I retired a was a Saab guy. I had owned 6 over the years. I sold my baby. A black on black 93 aero convertible special edition. I cried that day. I missed it ever since and dreamed of it. 7 years later I am trading my Wifi's car for another Black on Black. (The Porsche is tighter all around. It is unbelievable. There is nothing like it in the world. As a Saab is god to a Mustang. Porsche is Zeus to a Saab.) The king is dead, long live the king.

        I got a 2010 Panamera 4S.