Thread: Top 12 avtomobili 2012: Porsche Boxster

Ni trajalo dolgo, da nam padec v ljubezen s Porsche je vstop-razina roadsterIt je le večer topla poletja, neprekinjen odsek britanski B-ceste in nekaj kvalitetnega časa, samo za mene, da se zaljubila v nov Porsche Boxster.
ID že vozi avto na jugu Francije, ampak da je bil model PDK-opremljena z volanom na napačni strani in fotograf v ID zbrali dovolj, da vedo, da je bilo zelo dobro, vendar da ni delal svojo pot pod mojo kožo.
Na mesec ali dva kasneje in Porsche je avto v Združenem kraljestvu, z ročno palico premik in je prazna potnikov sedež priležne. To je samo standard 2. 7-l model (sre cesti test pokier S), vendar njegovo briljantno modro paintjob ujema režijske nebo in ni bilo lumbered s preveč izbirnih dodatnega chicanery. Pure bi bilo eno besedo za to, in to je točno, kaj se počutil na moji dve uri poti do južne obale.
Weve preživel tisoče besed saj potem dissecting vzrokov ta nejasna prepričanje, vendar ob sklicevanju na ta dan, spomnim se samo šiklja, prodnati tuljenje šest lonec, popolnosti celoti izkoriščati 263bhp in mišični, utripajoče kakovost ravnanja.
Oh, in izraz na mojem obrazu: počasi razvijajoče se nasmeh, ki je končal pri 6700 vrt/min, kot z odprtimi usti, Razdragan Zadihanost.
Minimalni standard za vsak avto lahko veter v svoje gonilnike lasuljo je poživljanje, vendar na to posebno popoldne Boxster, v državi, večinoma zgrajene iz prometne zamaške in omejitve hitrosti, me je spomnil zakaj to, tukaj, je najboljše delo v svetu bojevnik.

It didn't take us long to fall in love with Porsche's entry-level roadsterIt only took a warm summers evening, an unbroken stretch of British B-road and some quality time alone for me to fall in love with the new Porsche Boxster.
Id already driven the car in the south of France, but that was a PDK-equipped model with the steering wheel on the wrong side and a photographer in it; Id gathered enough to know that it was very good indeed, but it hadnt worked its way under my skin.
A month or so later and Porsche had the car in the UK, with a manual stick shift and an empty passengers seat adjacent to it. It was only the standard 2. 7-litre model (wed road test the pokier S) but its brilliant blue paintjob matched the sky overhead and it wasnt lumbered with too much optional extra chicanery. Pure would be one word for it, and thats exactly what it felt like on my two-hour route to the south coast.
Weve spent thousands of words since then dissecting the root causes of this vague conviction, but recalling that day, I remember only the gushing, gravelly yowl of the six-pot, the perfection of a fully exploitable 263bhp and the sinewy, scintillating quality of the handling.
Oh, and the expression on my face: a slowly evolving smile that finished, at 6700rpm, as an open-mouthed, gleeful gasp.
The minimum standard for any car capable of putting wind in its drivers wig is invigoration, but on that particular afternoon the Boxster, in a country mostly built from traffic jams and speed limits, reminded me why this, right here, is a best job in the world contender.