Tue 22 Jun, 2010 07:34 pm
Yes it's true, I sold my Porshe today so from now on I will be limited to driving my toyota truck. It's a sad day here in paradise.
I understand that Porsche are lots of fun. Have you given up on fun or the ridiculously expensive maintenance?
I never did take that photo I wanted to. (I thought you sold it already).
whether you want them or not ;-(
He sold it back when I sold my boat , or at least he said that so I wouldnt be so bummed out.
Hillbillies dont drive Porsches, they drive big wheeled pickemups.
Nothin beats a Toyota truck. You're too old to drive a Porsche
You're too old to drive a Porsche
HE IS NOT!!! There's no such thing!!!
Oh, Dys. I'm so sorry to hear this. I know how much you loved that car. I will always remember riding in it with you.
I wanted to take it into the mountains and see if it could fly down.
since I put the new engine in it 6 yrs ago I've driven it a total of 3,000 miles. that's a terrible waste of such a car. It was meant to be driven.
Seems like by the time most people can afford a vehicle like that, it's just too uncomfortable to put it on.
Say it ain't so!
how much didja get for it?
My penis got bigger after I sold mine.
What's the difference between a Porche and a porcipine?
Tell me about it. We've been driving a Suburu Impreza for two years now. Lately, I have to sit for a minute and try to remember how I got out of it the last time.
Dys, sorry you sold your Porsch. But, Toyota trucks are pretty snazzy.
i never got a turn either.
Well, thats not true. I was offered a chance. I said no.
*kicks self in ass
Really, dys, I see your point and I know you did right.
the thing is, it isn't so much the selling of the Porsche as it is the final realization that my health will never return to what it was when I was driving the Porsche. I have kept up the fantasy in my mind that "in a few months whatever" I will be out on the back roads, the turquoise trail, sailing across nevada foot to the floor or just running to the market for milk and bread. The Porsche meant something to me, I could handle that 911 like jack the bear using the incredible over-steer that makes 911's so unique. that's all history now, history that I will never recover. So, it's not the empty space in the garage that makes me sad, it's the loss on a a June afternoon of part of me, a huge chunk of what I was (besides my collection of Stetson hats and leggings, indeed a lost of a meaningful part of my identity.
It's just a car, bob: I know that so all I can say is "don't remind me of my failures, I've not forgotten them."