Generally, I regard my sports cars as objects devoted solely to hedonism, but on rare occasion they have had to pull an oar or two. Today was such a day: my wife was doing some shopping and her car was unavailable (assuming I could get my hands on it); I had washed my little Bimmer earlier this morning and in its clean, pristine state is awaiting detailing in the cool (actually, slightly diminished heat) of tomorrow morning; and Target had a sale on beer and sodas
. Consequently, there was no choice but to expose my 981 Boxster S to the the real world of a brutally hot Texas afternoon to do some honest work. So I ventured forth (top up and A/C at full blast), and I discovered that like its predecessor (a 987 Boxster), the new car has some basic utility (although not so much as turn a car guy off). I've only driven the new car with the top up a few times, but I'm happy to report that I remained deliciously cool during the trek to Target and back (listening to Coltrane and Monk), and the new guy brought the goods home without a bit of drama.
Below are some pics to celebrate the first major practical accomplishment of my latest sports car.
Jer
]