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Best I could do is peruse a few pages of pics on the net to see which one was closest. This one seems pretty close. If I looked at my computer quick I would think it was her. Sorry boys, best I can do for now. We're thinking of coming out for a bball game in a month or two so maybe some of you can catch up with us then for a drink then.
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boy .. and I used to think you were smart... is this a Geico commercial??''' Third, the GF makes fun of me even more than you guys for buying it, but I know deep down she loves it. (As she knows it will likely be hers someday).
NewYorkBuck;701736; said:Ok all. Sorry to resurrect a post so deep from the ashes, but a recent development justified it. As of 12/20/06, I am now the proud owner of a 2004 911 Turbo. Seal metallic grey. Black interior. Just over 9300 miles.
If you keep driving like that, you will be the richest guy in the cemetery, Pelle.NewYorkBuck;701736; said:As to the car itself - what I tell everyone when asked that is simply the truth - "What's not to like?" As nice as I think it looks, the car truly impresses those inside more than those outside. On the way back to NY from Philly, I was following my brother in his Infinity G35 when traffic allowed him to get a half mile or so ahead of me. Seeing a lane, dropped it down into 5th and stood on it. Realizing that things were happening much faster than I am used to in my VW, I looked down to see my speed sweep past 125. Good gosh - hard on the breaks lest I lose my license on its maiden voyage! There is just SO much power behind you and so much confidence built into the car, its way easy to dial up speeds well north of 120.
Just last week, on one my my nightly no traffic jaunts around Northern NJ, I found myself sitting at a red light, only to be rolled up upon by a bright red Mustang SVT Cobra driven by some 20 something. As soon as he stopped next to me, I heard him revving his engine in a bull-sweeping-his-hoof like challenge. As much as I promised myself I would not engage in this kind of thing, I instantly felt 20 years drain off my age and I was once again a hormone filled 18 year old. I'm game f'er. Let's throw down. Light turns green and I hear his engine and tires wail as he starts to pull ahead. Realizing I have a surgeon's scalpel to his butcher knife, I first allow for my clutch to engage smoothly before dialing up the monster sitting behind me. 2500 RPMs and I nail it. The subdued growl quickly transforms into a race like scream as I felt all four wheels break free of the tarmac as my machine claws forward with indescribable urgency. He was now even with me as the gearbox found second and my right foot hit the floor. OMG - RPMs once again rocket upwards with a vicious wail as I am held back in my seat with force I have never felt inside any automobile. By the time I am ready for 3rd, I am already north of 70 and he is several car lengths behind me. Seeing another red light looming, I hit the brakes hard and it feels like I just caught an arrester wire on an aircraft carrier landing. Rolling up to the next light, my vanquished opponent looks over at me and makes the two handed bowing motion, making me nod back in acknowledgement. Everything that I had imagined it would be. Talk about a childhood dream coming true.
NewYorkBuck;701736; said:Ok all. Sorry to resurrect a post so deep from the ashes, but a recent development justified it. As of 12/20/06, I am now the proud owner of a 2004 911 Turbo. Seal metallic grey. Black interior. Just over 9300 miles. Here is a very good likeness -
http://static.flickr.com/34/106290723_3dce0d4b7c_o.jpg
After bonus season this year, I decided to make the jump. No one thing made me do it. The gf's prodding, the mid life crisis coming up, the life long want to. Perhaps most was my mother's statement to me about not wanting to be the richest guy in the cemetery. In any event, searched around for a few weeks, and struck right before year end, when I know they wanted to get the car off the lot. Found a dealer in Pa right outside Philly that had just what I was looking for.
As to the car itself - what I tell everyone when asked that is simply the truth - "What's not to like?" As nice as I think it looks, the car truly impresses those inside more than those outside. On the way back to NY from Philly, I was following my brother in his Infinity G35 when traffic allowed him to get a half mile or so ahead of me. Seeing a lane, dropped it down into 5th and stood on it. Realizing that things were happening much faster than I am used to in my VW, I looked down to see my speed sweep past 125. Good gosh - hard on the breaks lest I lose my license on its maiden voyage! There is just SO much power behind you and so much confidence built into the car, its way easy to dial up speeds well north of 120.
Just last week, on one my my nightly no traffic jaunts around Northern NJ, I found myself sitting at a red light, only to be rolled up upon by a bright red Mustang SVT Cobra driven by some 20 something. As soon as he stopped next to me, I heard him revving his engine in a bull-sweeping-his-hoof like challenge. As much as I promised myself I would not engage in this kind of thing, I instantly felt 20 years drain off my age and I was once again a hormone filled 18 year old. I'm game f'er. Let's throw down. Light turns green and I hear his engine and tires wail as he starts to pull ahead. Realizing I have a surgeon's scalpel to his butcher knife, I first allow for my clutch to engage smoothly before dialing up the monster sitting behind me. 2500 RPMs and I nail it. The subdued growl quickly transforms into a race like scream as I felt all four wheels break free of the tarmac as my machine claws forward with indescribable urgency. He was now even with me as the gearbox found second and my right foot hit the floor. OMG - RPMs once again rocket upwards with a vicious wail as I am held back in my seat with force I have never felt inside any automobile. By the time I am ready for 3rd, I am already north of 70 and he is several car lengths behind me. Seeing another red light looming, I hit the brakes hard and it feels like I just caught an arrester wire on an aircraft carrier landing. Rolling up to the next light, my vanquished opponent looks over at me and makes the two handed bowing motion, making me nod back in acknowledgement. Everything that I had imagined it would be. Talk about a childhood dream coming true.
As a side note, before the cat calls start, yes, I am still keeping the VW! It?s been a damn good car, and I need a daily driver anyway! Thanks to all who listened to me deliberate about this for the last two years. Happy New Year all!