Porsche Boxster Review

Posted on 05. May, 2006 by in Auto News

Last year, the Boxster S TTAC named Car of the Year. I thought the award ridiculous. A decade ago, under-equipped Porsche-lite outdo the best and brightest from the U.S., Italy, UK, Japan and the rest of Germany? It is argued, that the "S" in "SUV" means "Sport". With the possible exception of my false belief in the longevity of love with a certain young, deceitful woman, I have. Never wrong about anything in my life Last week, a "regular" Boxster "was my driver's license, please" painted red appeared at my house. I have not lost my ability to smile.

Timing of the new Boxster is like checking out the teenage daughter of the old high-school crush. Everything you is attracted to the roadster still there, only fresh, sassy, and more … streamlined. From most angles, similar to the Boxster Ye Olde 996 Turbo, hacked and deleted. From behind, however, and especially with the beefier hips, the Boxster still seems like someone bent over and spread 'em. If you think this is a coincidence, you have not seen enough German porn.

Who dissing the Boxster as a "chick car" error form for the function. Of the controls perfect positioning to the teachings' layout and readability, the thick carpets, everything lets you know you are in a men's lounge. Sure, the buttons are tiny, but 80% of them are for the radio. The wheel, stick and pedals could have been just as well designed by you, for you. The lone misstep: Porsche handling nanny button located under the passenger seat heat switch. (NB: do not try to warm up your passenger in a tight right-hander.) Return to the cockpit is like slipping on your favorite pajamas.

Yes, yes, regardless of everything. Once you shout the 2.7-liter engine, could the seats and nail, snakes and glass be made. Special, endless props to sound tinkerer Porsche go forever the soundtrack right. Take the. Than 4,000 rpms and the Battle of Midway is led behind the head Screw, the bombing of Dresden. I've never heard so monumental, merciless violence.

The Boxster feels great straight ahead, stop, turn left, right and just sitting still. To put it bluntly, the Boxster is a blowjob with wheels. Sure, it's a bit of a power-down, fully satisfied about what you decide to dish out punishment to file. No matter what. Torture, the Boxster for them Into a curve at full speed? Love it! Mad, second gear acceleration attack from the top? More please. Your automotive perversion simply do not care, this ride goes both ways.

Since I'm a complete pig, the red Boxster cargasms produces more per mile than any other whip in existence. It's so stupid just the rear tires on the system of the fronts that turn even a hack driver like me it is not, and do it again. While pounding on the laws of physics in a piston head perfect two-lane canyon romp, my co-driver called before the cacophony of the exhaust gas, 'Why is it doing that? "Dunno. I mean, I'm sure there is a logical, mechanical-type explanation for the new Boxster handling improvements modified chassis geometry, calibrated springs, dampers and stabilizers, but I chalk it up to magic., The Boxster has the ability to turn the world against you, all you have to do is tug sometime leather.

The only problem with the Porsche Boxster is that are other cars. I never thought the Boxster was gutless to some vapid, bleached-blond prostitute in a BMW 650ci beat me on a train. I had it to 70, but then the Porsche ran out of legs. Point is, I would have never thought of. I assume that the S-model solves this deficiency, although you could just give up and light gadgets pocket the 10 grand. Moreover, no matter how great your power slide, no matter how heroic your heal and toe, it always seems to be a mid-80s Dodge Caravan going 10 miles under the limit, as you may be around the corner. But that's just not blame Porsche.

As the years pass, a rack to many lovers. Many are duds. Some are fantastic fantastic. But there is always that one: the ugly little secret in your heart, the truth is that you can not stand, cherish hidden from your current partner in all circumstances. Yes, convince yourself, I'm happy. But then, from a parking lot, from the corner of my eye, because it is. I will test a lot of extreme metal on your behalf, dear reader, but I have a hard time convincing myself that I would ever get over the new Porsche Boxster. Car of the Year? And then some.

Porsche if evaluated the vehicle, taxes, insurance and a tank of gas.