Hey Les - thanks for initiating a terrific thread. By my rough calculation: since I got my first car when I was 17, my wife Connie (who came along a few years later
) and I have owned an eclectic mixture of 29 vehicles. While I loved many of them dearly, five of these cars had a special impact, because they scratched an itch that their predecessors couldn’t quite reach. I'm fortunate that two of those five are in my garage right now.
1964.5 Mustang: Shortly after I graduated from high school, I took delivery of a made-to-order V8, 4-Speed Mustang equipped with - among other things - a Rally Pac which included (Glory Be!!!) a tachometer. That little car was hardly cutting edge, but after learning to drive in a Morris Minor and then lugging around a spongy, turgid 6-cylinder Comet convertible for a couple of years, the peppy little Mustang felt glorious and I adored it such that I put 65,000 mile on the poor thing in just a little over two years.
1995 MX-5 Miata: When moving from Michigan to Texas in ‘95, I wanted a convertible, and there was only one target: a Miata - I'd lusted for one since they were introduced in '89. After about a decade of FWD, it was a breath of fresh air to drive a light, balanced RWD sports car (as a consequence, there's been at least one RWD car in the garage ever since).
2008 Porsche Boxster: After three Miatas I was ready for something different, so in 2009 - a few months after I retired - I traded for a Certified, lightly used Boxster 2.7. That modestly-equipped car introduced me to the characteristic that I’ve come to love about the marque: the suckers plug into your brain stem as soon as you plop your posterior into the driver’s seat.
2015 BMW M4 Coupe: In 2003, my daily drivers became BMWs, and near the end of 2014, I impulsively swapped my135i coupe for an M4 - a whole new experience. M cars have a delightful combination of explosive performance, incredible chassis dynamics, every day utility and an embarrassing level of luxury - a bad ass SOB with concierge services and an electrically operated, rear window sunshade. Every time I drag my nearly 70-year-old carcass into the driver’s seat, I grin and think: “still crazy after all these years.”
2015 Porsche 911 Carrera Cabrio: After the 2017 911s started appearing on dealer’s lots earlier this spring, I traded my second Boxster (a 2013 S model) for an amazingly-priced, left-over 911 Cab that had my name on it. While Boxsters are marvelous, my 911 has a combination of poise and precision I’ve never encountered before, and the damn dual clutch tranny (Porsche’s PDK) can read your mind.