I had the pleasure of whizzing around at 12 miles to the gallon in this primo machino Friday afternoon to get to and from Art School Confidential, a film that truly had the potential to be half as great as this car but missed it by a few thousand points.
Though Michael is spoiled by a sweet medium-grey Jaguar and two Lexuses (Lexusi?), this is, by far, his favorite vehicle in the fleet. I get hot just catching a tiny whiff of its immense and awesome stench.
Michael on the phone with the woman who keeps him in cool cars
One-point-something thousand pounds of metallic bliss
This five-speed can punch it. I am forever encouraging Michael to speed to my heart's content
Two symbols of opulence - the Porsche crest and the optional bronze faux-rust applique
The lap of luxury
It just needs to be detailed...
...or perhaps just a good dusting?
Why would anyone even want to keep an eye on the losers pulling up the rear?
You can tell old money paid for these wheels
3 comments:
I'm glad cars do not interest me.
Does. Not. Compute. You know, they say the only reason men are into cars is because they know women are into cars. I don't know if that's altogether true, but I do know that, even though I prefer public transportation, I stop in my tracks when I see an awesome vehicle.
I think I have a "car"d on.
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