I had to laugh at the Toronto Star’s online headline: Found a Mystery Porsche in Your Driveway?
The Star article was about a car dealership’s ad campaign that parked high-end cars in front of ritzy homes for photos. That’s not what’s happening here. But our modest digs do now have a Porsche in the driveway. Specifically, it’s a 1982 928 that hasn’t been licensed for the road since 1992.
It’s a beautiful car. Currently it’s a little dusty and grimy from sitting in a storage garage for five years but under that layer of neglect is a nice looking vehicle. It even started up. It wouldn’t keep running, but it started and that was pretty good. And even though it’s the first time this Porsche and I have shared a piece of property it has been the subject of many conversations over the years which usually involved me asking, “why don’t you just sell it?”
This is a place where men and women part company, I think. This car hasn’t been on the road in 20 years and hasn’t been started in half as long. So what is the point of keeping it? Well, I’m told that it’s worth more when it’s running so it would be wise to get it going first. But, I respond, that hasn’t occurred in all of these years so why not just take what you can get, and get rid of the responsibility for it? It’s a very large and in my view, very useless item. It now has the prime spot in the breezeway, out of the elements and closest to the door. Frankly, I don’t think it deserves it.
So I will attempt to bite my lip while other priorities take precedence over getting the Porsche to run. It might sit out there through the winter. The whole thing is quite indefinite and undefined. It just seems wasteful to me. Someone who wants it could be lovingly bringing it back to its former glory. And I could have my breezeway back.
Gasoline loses its potency over time, so a fresh tank of gas could simply resolve the operational issues. As to the other points, it merely confirms a more recent observation that women in general are self centered, self absorbed and whatever doesn’t fit into their view of life is a waste. Your lip is likely to get very sore, learn to live with it! We may not bite our lips, over time we just learn to ignore your concerns.
I have put fresh gas in it, Allan. That was the first thing I did after the new battery. Thanks for the tip.
I do take exception to your generalization that my wife, and women in general, are completely about themselves. I have the good fortune of sharing my life with a wonderful, thoughtful and giving human being. I am grateful that she expresses her opinion. I am grateful that she is forgiving in circumstances that go against what her inner voice is screaming. I don’t chastise her for not knowing which end of a fuel injector is up.
Our world is about give and take. I abruptly lost the storage for the car and the garage is not ready to receive it. So the breezeway became its temporary resting place a couple of days ago. As things progress, she’ll get her breezeway back. It will happen before winter.
You can’t blame a girl for venting on her own blog site! It won’t get her kicked off an Olympic team!
Nice.