As we were running to catch our train this morning, GLH insisted that I stop to take two photos of this super-special Porsche parked on a street in our village.
He required a photo of the front: And a photo of the back:
What is with men and cars?
Fortunately we managed to board the train approximately 20 seconds before it departed.
You know dear sister of mine, Dad does kind of have a point. Although that brother-in-law of mine better be thankful that you did NOT miss that train - that would have been a big big big problem.
Put me down as one guy who doesn't give a rip about cars; I view them as necessary evils. Somebody recently asked me what my dream car is, and I told him that it is a taxi, or better yet, a chauffeur-driven limousine.
GL I don't know why you don't get this. You grew up with it. It's kind of like a religion with gusto.
ReplyDeleteI hate Porsches (or perhaps as one guy I dated suggested, I usually hate the type of guys who drive Porsches). But this one is seriously cool!
ReplyDeleteYou know dear sister of mine, Dad does kind of have a point. Although that brother-in-law of mine better be thankful that you did NOT miss that train - that would have been a big big big problem.
ReplyDeletePut me down as one guy who doesn't give a rip about cars; I view them as necessary evils. Somebody recently asked me what my dream car is, and I told him that it is a taxi, or better yet, a chauffeur-driven limousine.
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