Is That Your Boyfriend's Car?

You knew this post was coming sometime.

Probably I've not seen or heard it all yet, but I've gotten the weird stares, the younger guy with the leased 911 Turbo or high end Vette pulling up to me at a light intending to challenge me to race, seeing me, then backing off, or looking surprised at the very least, and the neighbors asking my husband about when and how he got his new Porsche. 

My favorite one by far and away is the question, "Is that your boyfriend's car?" I've been asked this once in a parking lot and once when stopped at a light.   Am sure the question will come up again. And for the record I don't have a boyfriend. I did a long time ago but for many years since then I've been married to him.  

And of course there are the positive comments and gestures.  To his credit, when Tom sold me my 911 he made the comment:  "Don't take this the wrong way, but you know more about these cars than most guys."  No offense taken.  In fact, I view that as a compliment.  And it proves I did my homework.  Likewise, a dude bearing down in a new-ish black Dodge Charger came up on my right on the Washington beltway a couple months ago and gave a me an enthusiastic thumbs up, then zipped away off an exit ramp.  And when I told my current boss (also a car guy) I was acquiring a 911, he stood up, shouted "yeah!" and gave me a high five. 

I've no intention of turning this post into a deep analytical piece over why things like this happen, and no doubt there are all kinds of psychological, cultural, and gender difference reasons for the choices we make in auto purchases or other prominent things we buy or own.  At the end of the day it's all really very funny. 

In fact, about a year ago Motorista posted an excellent piece about a similar experience driving a 911.  By the way, that Crimson 4S your employer owns is absolutely beautiful.  And what a great blog that is lots of fun to read, too.   Keep posting, and drive what you love!