Ole Cowboy
Well-Known Member
LOL, comical, but you are a Porchy driver and I will forgive.I understand that you are on some sort of soap box but you are flat out wrong about Jeep being the most profitable car company in the world....please use some facts not just spouting off something that you think is right (or should be).
Porsche has been the most profitable car company in the world for many years (not necessarily every year).
https://www.evo.co.uk/volkswagen/19062/porsche-is-the-most-profitable-car-company-in-the-world
Although according to the latest results iāve seen Ferrari is currently the most profitable...
I donāt mean to call you out but please use facts to back up your assumptions so those who may not know donāt end up perpetuating falsehoods.
1) YOU DID NOT READ my post did ya, come on admit it. Usually, under such attack as yours, I question one's reading comprehension skills, but I know you better than that, you are smarter too. Before you jump like that, read the entire post AND show the quote in Bold, like I did above
2) . My Porsche story (short version), you may enjoy!
I awake the next day to look out the window of my Holiday Hotel to see nothing but snow on the ground and flakes coming down the size of waffles Iād had the nite before. I head on out to Bowling Green, Ky to the Corvette factory, take the VIP tour, then head over to the Corvette Museum for pickup of my Z06. There it sets in delivery area 1 of the museum. I sign papers and drive off into what has become blue skies and dry streets. It is a wonderful day in my life. If you have ever thought of buying a Corvette, then think of getting the Museum Delivery option, R8C, most fun and best $ you will spend any time soon.
Its getting late in the eve of my second day of driving as I pull into a gas station alongside I-75 just south of the Florida border. The Z06 has just ticked over 500 miles and I am thinking I need to let those ponies loose. I look over at the far pumps and I have 2 Porscheās filling up. A Boxster and a 911 Carrera. The two guys see me and wander over asking me about my āvette. They tell me they are investment bankers from Atlanta heading down to an Alumni fraternity party in Tampa. From the looks of these two, I am sure they are going to have a gay ole time. Boxster boy is telling me how fast the other Porsche is and I listen as if I am impressed. They leave telling me they hope to see me out on the highwayā¦bet on it banana breath!
I fill up my tank and head south. I bank right and hit the I-95 on ramp-like Jean Claude Killy chasing Suze ChapStick down the slopes in Aspen. I turn my Valentine One to max bogie as I head down that highway and crank up Thrugoodās Bad To The Bone CD. It is not long and I come across the two-bobsee twins in their German machines. Boxster boy is following as I pull up beside the 911.
We are at 75 mph, I see the 911ās nose dip slightly and I know he is downshifting, I have 6 forward gears residing in a Tremec Mk 12 racing transmission, I see his nose dip again and I know he is fixing to hammer it. I am grabbing for gears faster than a monkey reaching for a banana. I see the nose head up and he has the drop on me as I catch the top of second gear heading for 6500 rpm, he has me by a car length or so but it's German Vs. Chev iron or I guess aluminum in this case. Third gear gets here in a hurry, then it fourth, I left him behind in the top of third, but he is hanging on like a trapeze artist without a net.
Telephone poles are beginning to look like a picket fence and the dashed line in the highway looks like a solid line when I look ahead and see a long sweeper curve up ahead. We run out of straight away and head into the curve. Z06 will pull 1G and I know he can, but does he have the kahunas to hang in there?
I have the inside lane heading into the sweeper and I am looking at him in my right side mirror. We are running about 135mph, I have been seeing him in that mirror since we hit triple numbers. As we go into the apex of the curve I see his nose-dive and I know he did not have the guts to stay the course, what do you expect from a jellyfish. I slow and those two have faded faster than memories of Kato Kaelin after the OJ trial. I see a sign for the Empty Arms Inn and I exit to spend the night and I will make Miami tomorrow.
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