Not normal for me. When I could finally, and unexpectedly, own a Porsche, it’s more than living up to all of my incredibly high expectations.
Barbie jokes aside, even after 18 months of ownership every time I fire it up and the 3.0 V6 comes to life it brings a smile to my face.
Last Wednesday I drove up to the Galloway area, dumped it in Newton Stewart and caught buses to Portpatrick where over 5 days we walked the first 80 miles of the Southern Upland Way. Some car ferrying around to leave it deep on forest tracks to enable our linear walks, spirited driving around the area and a thrash down the M6 to Kendal last night was, for me, an enjoyable part of the trip.
I don’t regret spending all of my late aunts bequest on it for one second. Not a sound financial move but stuff that !
Last edited by: legacylad on Tue 23 Apr 19 at 08:48
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