The Porsche 911 (No, Boxsters don't count silly)

There really is no substitute. No, the old adage about men having sportscars in order to compensate for a small package isn’t true, at least not in this case. But in a more general view, perhaps it is about compensating for something, and perhaps in a more positive view, anything at a given moment This is an amazing thing and something that perhaps non-Porsche owners can’t really fully comprehend (kidding, but you’ll get my point in a bit).

Feeling a sense of loss? Roll down your windows and drive your Porsche. So you fell in love when you shouldn’t have? Roll down your windows and drive your Porsche. Did the stock market crash on you? Roll down your windows and drive your Porsche. Did your city get destroyed by a hurricane? Roll down your windows and drive your Porsche.

The reality is that any or all of those things may have happened to you, and Porsche or no Porsche, you’re gonna have to deal with it, whether it be money, or love, or the imminent collapse of your favorite sports team. But with the Porsche 911 that sense of kick-in-the-gut can be placated, if not forgotten about, at least for a moment, by a brisk drive in a world-class automobile. Reliable and unconditional (shy of a little maintenance), the love this vehicle gives is just enough to soften any particularly intense blow.

So I freely admit it: The Porsche 911 is a sign that its owner is compensating for something. But hey, don’t we all have something for which to compensate?? I call it “compensating like a mother fucker.”



P.S.- This isn’t about money or elitism. The 911 doesn’t have to be new, it just has to work. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be about cars...just find your own 911 and compensate man, compensate.