A Porsche gets attention…even if it’s not yours

Two days ago I had a beautiful Porsche Carerra S parked in front of my home.  Alas, it wasn’t mine, nor will it be.  Pity.

No, my dad is acquainted with an Entrepreneur (E).  E has this work of art sports car, and it ran rough, for a few days, then smoothed out.  E asked my dad to bring the wunderkar to the dealer to ask the computer What Was Wrong.  Dad, being the block off which I-am-but-a-chip, said "OK!".  So, I wound up with my parents in the house and a Porsche in the driveway.  (Nothing wrong with the car, BTW).  (Nice to have the parents here, too).

So, this Porsche (which goes like crazy and rides like a go-cart) is in my driveway for about 6 hours when I get an email from a neighbor (who doesn’t have a line of sight to said driveway): "Hey, like your new ride.  The Porsche and BMW clubs are having a combined meet…"  …and I realized I’m in too deep.  Just having the Porsche in the drive has attracted attention.

I had to confess, immediately, to accept brief embarrassment to prevent permanent ostracism.  I replied to the email, the awesome Porsche left (home to E), and my life goes on.  Really.  I don’t miss it or the rock-hard ride.  No, I don’t.  The emailer has yet to let me in on his disappointment, or relief; either way, I’m not in his club.

And, no, I don’t want a 911.  Not this year.  Nope.  Not at all.