Confessions of a Porsche 911 Addict

You know who you are, 911 addicts. You can't help it.  You've had an obsession with them for as long as you can remember: mine started around age 16.  If you own one its that thrill that jumps up from the bottom of your stomach through your heart when you punch it on the highway.  Or the growling German engine when you start it up.  And the way it feels when you slide into the hand-stitched leather wrap-around seats.  It's a lot of things.  Admit it, you've thought about going to sleep in it, and after you've washed and waxed it you've at least once leaned face down on the trunk and tried to put your arms around it and whispered "Have I told you lately that I love you?"  Oh, is this a car we're talking about?  Yes, and your spouse thinks this is all extremely funny and chuckles at you.  

When you're traveling for work in that tinny rental car you really miss your own, don't you?  At your workplace, if your office or division director is evil and insecure, he's secretly enraged with jealousy of your ride.  And you don't even remember his name when you're out moving gears on the open road.    

PorscheLover.com is obsessed and totally gets it-- please keep posting those awesome photographs.  That 1960s advertisement with the man and woman getting affectionate against that orange 912 is classic. Will that car make you sexy?  I can't say.  Is that car sexy?  Hell yes.  I hope that 912 belonged to the woman in the photograph, by the way. 

I'm obsessed with Porsche design and engineering too, which never ceases to surprise.  Since I bought my 911, I keep discovering features it has that I hadn't come across in my research prior to purchasing it.  If I had read about them I hadn't retained.  Things like the way the mirrors automatically sense the incident light around you and switch themselves to nighttime driving view that features a greenish tint.  Or how the ignition switch knows which of the two keys for the car are in proximity.  Or on gradients greater than 5 percent a drive-off assistant kicks in when you're putting it into 1st gear or reverse.   Or the at-first-quirky but then oh-yeah-it's-logical way you program the navigation computer, European style:  state, town, street, and then house number. 

The first time I ever drove a 911, back in 2010, I knew I was hooked.  My husband knew I was too and said he could see it on my face.  Once you've done it, there is no going back.  Don't try to fight the addiction because you can't.