When I first clicked on this (following lead-in) link, I was actually expecting just another road test that talked about the Boxter in that somewhat dry tone that car writers seem to be so fond of. However, this ended up being a treat and I recommend you check it out, especially if you have a thing for luxury vehicles.
This is a story about a doomed summer romance. From the first flirt to the last tearful goodbye, it’s a classic tale of a downtown boy meeting an uptown car.
I’ve known the Porsche Boxster since the late 1990s, when it was the youngster in Porsche’s lineup. More a flirt than a full-blown vixen, the 201-horsepower, two-seat roadster took an agonizingly long time to drop its automated top and wasn’t a powerhouse on the freeway, but it sure knew its way down a windy road. Read More
