![He cracked open his closet. A ray of sunlight peeked between the closet doors, painting gold on the finely pressed white shirts and crumpled sweatpants alike. He pulled them open and peered into the sleepy darkness. How did he want to remember his first drive in his first new car? Did he want to relax into his favorite jeans and worn black t-shirt, so he could melt into the leather buckets as he gently nosed his new companion down wind-swept, ocean flanked roads? Or did he want to stroll into the Porsche dealership like he owned it, tie flapping lightly in the air conditioning as his slick leather shoes gently crushed the plush khaki carpet? Decisions…
The cab driver didn’t seem annoyed when he finally shut the front door of his house and strolled across the lawn. His slacks slid smoothly across the vinyl bench seat as he climbed in.
[Sky blue Porsche 356s I caught relaxing in a parking lot next to the bancroft hotel. I met this guy driving a 911 GT3 once. If you get a chance to ride in a rear-engine supercar, you should; there’s nothing like the feeling of the engine buzzing angrily behind the rear bulkhead. Second fastest car I’ve ever ridden in. He told me he owned 16 different porsches. The 356 was his favorite.]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/QvbfGHZScme63ci680PxQgUco1_500.jpg)
He cracked open his closet. A ray of sunlight peeked between the closet doors, painting gold on the finely pressed white shirts and crumpled sweatpants alike. He pulled them open and peered into the sleepy darkness. How did he want to remember his first drive in his first new car? Did he want to relax into his favorite jeans and worn black t-shirt, so he could melt into the leather buckets as he gently nosed his new companion down wind-swept, ocean flanked roads? Or did he want to stroll into the Porsche dealership like he owned it, tie flapping lightly in the air conditioning as his slick leather shoes gently crushed the plush khaki carpet? Decisions…
The cab driver didn’t seem annoyed when he finally shut the front door of his house and strolled across the lawn. His slacks slid smoothly across the vinyl bench seat as he climbed in.
[Sky blue Porsche 356s I caught relaxing in a parking lot next to the bancroft hotel. I met this guy driving a 911 GT3 once. If you get a chance to ride in a rear-engine supercar, you should; there’s nothing like the feeling of the engine buzzing angrily behind the rear bulkhead. Second fastest car I’ve ever ridden in. He told me he owned 16 different porsches. The 356 was his favorite.]
