T-Snap -- that's an excellent point. I'm going to go shower, then have some beer with dinner down in town.
Sonic -- you're probably completely right, which probably explains some things. Girls tend to be both shocked and surprised when they discover I drive a 911. Some of my friends who haven't been fortunate enough to catch me in it yet still don't know if I'm joking or not.
Perhaps the problem is deeper than whether or not a girl like the Porsche?
Colin ... you're not suggesting I upgrade to a Chevy Cavalier, are you? If I sold my 911, I could more than afford a nice Cav, complete with Turbo and a bigger 4-cyl engine. Maybe I could even find one in a good color, like hot fuschia? Hmm, surely that would solve the problems with women.
Actually, the stupid thing is that I didn't buy the car to impress anybody -- I bought the car because there's no feeling in the whole wide world quite like throwing that baby into a corner and coming out on top. There's nothing that makes me grin wide like pushing on the loud pedal and feeling the my seat wrap around me as the world rushes past in a "hyperspace"-like blur.
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But thanks for the support, guys. It's nice to know I can open up out here. Now, I'm going to shower up, stop worrying about tuning my suspension just exactly right, and go have a beer over dinner.
Dan