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Netrvalo nám dlho, k pádu v láske s Porsche je entry-level roadsterIt len vzal teplé letá večer, nerozbité úsek Britskej B-road a nejaký kvalitný čas sám pre mňa zamilovať sa do nového Porsche Boxster. Id už poháňané auto v južnom Francúzsku, ale to bola PDK-vybavený model s volant na zlej strane a fotograf v ňom; Id zhromaždili dostatok vedieť, že to bolo veľmi dobré, naozaj, ale to hadnt pracoval svoju cestu v rámci svojej koži. Za mesiac alebo tak neskôr, a Porsche mal auto v UK, s ručným držať shift a prázdny cestujúcich sedadlo vedľa neho. To bolo len štandard 2. 7-litrový model (st road test pokier S), ale jeho brilantná modrá paintjob uzavreté sky režijné a to nebolo lumbered s príliš veľa voliteľné extra chicanery. Čistá by byť jedno slovo pre to, a to je presne to, čo by sa cítil ako na moje dve hodiny cesty na južnom pobreží. Som strávil tisícky slov, pretože potom pitvať príčin tohto nejasné presvedčenie, ale pripomínajúc, že deň, ja som si len tryskajúce, štrkovo yowl zo šiestich-pot, dokonalosť plne využiteľnej 263bhp a šľachovité, perfektné kvality manipuláciu. Jo, a výraz na mojej tvári: pomaly vyvíja úsmev, ktorý skončil pri 6700 ot/min, ako otvorenými ústami, veselý zalapal po dychu. Minimálny štandard pre akékoľvek auto schopné uvedenie vietor v jeho ovládače parochňa je invigoration, ale na to, že najmä popoludní Boxster, v krajine, väčšinou postavená z dopravných zápchach a rýchlostných limitov, pripomenul mi, prečo to tu, je najlepšia práca na svete súťažiacich. 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.
