[DeTomaso] NPC: WSJ Porsche article

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Yikes.  Excessively flowery prose there.  And coming from someone
claiming to be modest in nature.  I feel like I just ate an entire
chocolate creme pie covered entirely in maraschino cherries.
"I mean, there I am with my perfect silver streak, Persol sunglasses
and
reasonable body-mass index, wheeling oh-so-expertly the 2017 Porsche
718
Boxster S, the snarl of this fine little dragon rending the suburban
veil." 
Dude.  It's okay.  Just throw on that wig and high heels you have
stashed away in your basement and let 'er rip!  
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On July 31, 2016 at 1:03 PM, "Charles Engles"  wrote:Dear Forum,
                   I offer some excerpts from the WSJ automotive
column of
Dan Neil from this weekend: "The Sultrier Snarl of the Turbo Porsche
Boxster".
"As scripture counsels, I am a modest person.  So I have never quite
shaken
the feeling that, maybe, bombing around town in a flashy drop-top
sports car
was showing off.  A bit, don't you think?
I mean, there I am with my perfect silver streak, Persol sunglasses
and
reasonable body-mass index, wheeling oh-so-expertly the 2017 Porsche
718
Boxster S, the snarl of this fine little dragon rending the suburban
veil.
Arch and artful, smart and fine, the midengine, two-seat Boxster is
the
company's starter sports car.  The 2017 model adds slinkiness with
available
18, 19 or 20 inch wheels press-fit into the wheel wells.  Fancy
schmanzy.
  I bet a lot of people think, "hey, there's someone who works at a
Porsche
dealership."  Perhaps they think I am what they used to call an
available
gentleman?  Curbside clinicians will diagnose midlife crisis, and they
would
be spot-on.  This look would also work well for the owner of a chain
of hair
salons.
But some, a cultivated few, will cup an ear, waiting to hear the new
turbocharged Boxster under way.  They will note the car's more
concussive
idle-the flat-four engine inherently has more of a discernible pulse
than
the previous six, even a bit of VW chuff-overdubbed with the
distinctive
chinning of the Porsche's valvetrain.   And cooling fans, lots of
fans.
Perhaps these observers will linger over the sound of me romping it, 
all
flourishing tom-toms and tenor trombones pitching up to the
satisfyingly
instant first-to-second upshift, over 7,000 revs  Not loud, not
furious, but
murderously precise and sultry.  After a moment, I expect these
connoisseurs
will approve.  Then they can go back to hating me.
------So,yeah, turbochargers.  Trouble is ,turbos sap energy from the
engine's exhaust-gas stream, which means less sound pressure, less of
an
aural presence.  In a word: volume.  There will be purists who walk
away
from this vastly fast, quicker, roundly superior Boxster only because
they
prefer the dinosaur trill of the previous engine.
              Here is where Porsche's engineering and my Amish sense
of
modesty meet.  Thanks to a lot of clever engineering-including an
acoustic
channel from the engine bay to just above the driver's left
shoulder-the
Boxster S sounds much more fierce from the driver's seat than it does
outside the car.. As my wife drove off in it, I realized how short a
distance the sound carried.  There is a pretty huge difference in
gestalt.
              You know what?  I am fine with a technical outcome that
allows
the driver's experience to be rich and vivid, without unduly imposing
on
those around him.  The problem with driving an aggressively loud
open-top
sports car is that, when people look around for the jerk, they can
easily
see you.  Oops, sorry.  Please, return to your outdoor memorial
service.  "
                              Warmest regards,  Chuck Engles
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   Yikes.  Excessively flowery prose there.  And coming from someone
   claiming to be modest in nature.  I feel like I just ate an entire
   chocolate creme pie covered entirely in maraschino cherries.

   "I mean, there I am with my perfect silver streak, Persol sunglasses
   and
   reasonable body-mass index, wheeling oh-so-expertly the 2017 Porsche
   718
   Boxster S, the snarl of this fine little dragon rending the suburban
   veil."


   Dude.  It's okay.  Just throw on that wig and high heels you have
   stashed away in your basement and let 'er rip!
   Sent using Hushmail
   On July 31, 2016 at 1:03 PM, "Charles Engles" <cengles at cox.net> wrote:

     Dear Forum,
     I offer some excerpts from the WSJ automotive column of
     Dan Neil from this weekend: "The Sultrier Snarl of the Turbo Porsche
     Boxster".
     "As scripture counsels, I am a modest person. So I have never quite
     shaken
     the feeling that, maybe, bombing around town in a flashy drop-top
     sports car
     was showing off. A bit, don't you think?
     I mean, there I am with my perfect silver streak, Persol sunglasses
     and
     reasonable body-mass index, wheeling oh-so-expertly the 2017 Porsche
     718
     Boxster S, the snarl of this fine little dragon rending the suburban
     veil.
     Arch and artful, smart and fine, the midengine, two-seat Boxster is
     the
     company's starter sports car. The 2017 model adds slinkiness with
     available
     18, 19 or 20 inch wheels press-fit into the wheel wells. Fancy
     schmanzy.
     I bet a lot of people think, "hey, there's someone who works at a
     Porsche
     dealership." Perhaps they think I am what they used to call an
     available
     gentleman? Curbside clinicians will diagnose midlife crisis, and
     they would
     be spot-on. This look would also work well for the owner of a chain
     of hair
     salons.
     But some, a cultivated few, will cup an ear, waiting to hear the new
     turbocharged Boxster under way. They will note the car's more
     concussive
     idle-the flat-four engine inherently has more of a discernible pulse
     than
     the previous six, even a bit of VW chuff-overdubbed with the
     distinctive
     chinning of the Porsche's valvetrain. And cooling fans, lots of
     fans.
     Perhaps these observers will linger over the sound of me romping it,
     all
     flourishing tom-toms and tenor trombones pitching up to the
     satisfyingly
     instant first-to-second upshift, over 7,000 revs Not loud, not
     furious, but
     murderously precise and sultry. After a moment, I expect these
     connoisseurs
     will approve. Then they can go back to hating me.
     ------So,yeah, turbochargers. Trouble is ,turbos sap energy from the
     engine's exhaust-gas stream, which means less sound pressure, less
     of an
     aural presence. In a word: volume. There will be purists who walk
     away
     from this vastly fast, quicker, roundly superior Boxster only
     because they
     prefer the dinosaur trill of the previous engine.
     Here is where Porsche's engineering and my Amish sense of
     modesty meet. Thanks to a lot of clever engineering-including an
     acoustic
     channel from the engine bay to just above the driver's left
     shoulder-the
     Boxster S sounds much more fierce from the driver's seat than it
     does
     outside the car.. As my wife drove off in it, I realized how short a
     distance the sound carried. There is a pretty huge difference in
     gestalt.
     You know what? I am fine with a technical outcome that allows
     the driver's experience to be rich and vivid, without unduly
     imposing on
     those around him. The problem with driving an aggressively loud
     open-top
     sports car is that, when people look around for the jerk, they can
     easily
     see you. Oops, sorry. Please, return to your outdoor memorial
     service. "
     Warmest regards, Chuck Engles