Hi, I would like to start a discussion on the fascination of Porsches (of course the 911 in particular!?!)
My first memory is the classic shape of a G-model 911. I nearly got run over by a Golf, when as a child I was struggeling to free myself from a parked 911. I can still rememper the joyed expression of the Golf driver as he clearly saw my helpless drooling! He had a wide, telling grin...
Later it was the Le Mans domination that made me notice, 956 and 965 conquering all opposition.
And then as I got my drivers-licence, a dream took hold. Once to own a 911 - a classic 911, once upon a time! Oh, yes please! The sound, the drama...
As for the DRAMA, is that is? The sheer joy of taming the beast, the over- and understeer, the steering brimming with feel, one front wheel in the air, the engine screaming will full Le Mans soundtrack! (Of course I want a sportsexhaust-system).
Is it the race-car DNA, the unexpected danger, the ride full with challenge yet having a feeling of beeing in control, yes, still in control of it all, mastering it!
Some people say they doesn't live stronger when looking danger in the eye... I do feel that when riding a motorbike I kinda come more alive, adrenalin pumpin' and I want to go flat out, grinning like a maniac!
And even if I have ridden Ducati's, KTM's and the powerful BMW K1200, I still feel that my old 74 Porsche 911 is the biggest thrill, it is so alive, so full of drama, the sound it makes, I think is unmatched by anything out there... So gruffy at idle, so full of promise in the midrange, and wailing, screaming at full throttle that it makes the small hair in my neck stand out, and making the grin wider and wider...
So baut man sportwagen.
Make no mistake!
For two years now, I have been living the dream, and yes, I am drawn deeper and deeper into it. This thing is addictive.
Ole
