It can be a humbling experience to see the headlights of a classic Porsche 911 scream by. You think about changing lanes as if you have a choice and can catch one. You begin to wonder who the driver might be or what kind of luck they have to be driving such an amazing car.
Your mind goes back and forth between respect and jealousy. You accelerate for a closer look, but the only reason you can get close is that there is a red light ahead. The driver is aware you’re watching him and that his 158 horsepower Porsche engine can overtake you like that [snap]. But you pull alongside anyway for a quick glance.
The driver of the Porsche simply nods and for a second, time stands still and you’re in a trance. Then with flick of his shifter the light is green and he tears off ahead of you with that token growl that only a Porsche 911 can make. You smile back but it’s too late. He’s just provided you with some entertainment, a dash of inadequacy and a honk from the guy behind you because you haven’t moved.
You drive off wondering what someone did to deserve such a car. And the jealously creeps in again and a little voice in your head says “It’s small, it’s not practical, there’s just enough room in that thing for a jacket and maybe a toothbrush and some underpants.”
“Plus it’s not exactly comfortable like like your sedan which feels like a livingroom! The sedan that’s replete with heated seats and a sport roof rack…the sedan you overextended yourself on like an idiot for the sport package, pretending it’s a sports car!” You pause lying to yourself and continue with your day.