Tråd: Top 12 biler i 2012: Porsche Boxster

Det gjorde ikke tage os længe til at falde i kærlighed med Porsches entry-level roadsterIt tog kun en varm somre aften, en ubrudt strækning af britiske B-vej og nogle kvalitetstid alene for mig at falde i kærlighed med den nye Porsche Boxster.
Id allerede kørt bilen i den sydlige del af Frankrig, men der var en PDK-udstyrede model med rat på den forkerte side og en fotograf i det; Id indsamlet nok til at vide at det var meget godt, men det havde ikke virkede sin måde under min hud.
En måned eller så senere og Porsche havde bil i Det Forenede Kongerige, med en manuel gearstang og en tom passagerer sæde støder op til det. Det var kun de standard 2. 7-liters model (ons road test pokier S) men dens strålende blå paintjob matchede sky overhead og det var ikke konfronteres med alt for meget valgfri ekstra chikanerier. Pure ville være et ord for det, og det er præcis, hvad det føltes som om min to-timers rute til sydkysten.
Vi har brugt tusindvis af ord siden derefter dissekere de dybereliggende årsager til denne vage overbevisning, men minder om dag, jeg husker kun seks-pot fosser, grusede yowl, perfektion af et fuldt ud at udnytte 263bhp og senede, funklende kvaliteten af behandlingen.
Åh, og udtrykket i mit ansigt: en langsomt fremadskridende smil, at du er færdig, på 6700rpm, som en måbende, hepper gisp.
Den minimumsstandard for enhver bil, der er i stand til at sætte vind i dets drivere paryk er styrke, men at særlig eftermiddag Boxster, i et land, for det meste bygget fra trafikpropper og hastighedsgrænser, mindede mig hvorfor dette, lige her, er et bedste job i verden contender.

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.