When I decided I wanted to write about cars I immediately realized I had no idea how to get behind the wheels of said cars. For years, I kept driving whatever I could get my hands on from dealerships and showrooms (usually after begging and crying) and I kept telling everyone I didn't really like Porsche. Then I actually drove one and things changed.
The first Porsche I ever drove was the second gen. Cayenne. It was big and powerful and made an interesting noise and when I gave it up back to the rightful owners, the PR person from the dealership said I could join them for a track day at Imola racetrack in Italy.
I got the chance the drive a Boxster around a track and I got my first drifting lesson. It didn't go well because, having spun the 911 umpteenth times, the instructor gave up and moved on to the next participant. But the experience taught me a lot.
This post is beginning to sound like a drama movie but whatever. I like Porsche. I love anything and everything they do including the Cayenne Coupe, which a lot of people seem to hate, and the Taycan, which a lot of people say they don't like just 'cause it's electric.
There's a million variants to the "you know you're getting old when" cliche but the best one I've ever heard, by far, was said to me by a girl I used to date. I was 24 at the time, she was 32, and she said, "you know you're getting old when you prefer roast potatoes over french fries". She had a point.
I do prefer roast potatoes over french fries and I've come to the realization that I'm sort of looking forward to Christmas these days. I used to hate it when I was younger. Over the last few years, I've always been involved in some sort of automotive-related activity around Christmas time and toasting to this year's Christmas surrounded by Porsche-badged cars is always nice.
Speaking of automotive activities, I gotta go wash my car before I go any further with this sentimental and cheesy post. Sorry about that. Happy Christmas.