Kills bugs fast.
Up
to 181 mph, to be exact (If you've got your own racetrack). Zero to sixty
in just over four heartbeats. 400
horses. Liquid all-wheel drive. It's the new Nine Eleven Turbo. Seriously
bad news for the insect world.
Like your
own portable amusement park.
Take the wheel and we defy you not to smile. 400 horses. Zero to sixty
in just over four heartbeats. Eighteen inch
wheels. A new wider stance. It's the new Nine Eleven Turbo. Some very serious
amusement.
255,000 people have
an older one in their garage and could talk to you for hours about why
theirs is the best year
and although we are deeply proud of our heritage we maintain no loyalties
to any particular vintage and
recommend a brief yet thorough test drive of the newest model available.
(Which, incidentally, now has a top
speed of 171 miles per hour.)
There is a guy who
might just have a better job than you and there's really nothing you can
do about it short of
flying to Germany and asking for an application to become a test driver
for Porsche which makes less sense than
just buying one for yourself and testing it in your own sweet time.
It usually happens
about the third or fourth day when you're just cruising along and suddenly
you realize your car
was almost entirely built by hand and not just the engine and the body
but everything all the way down to the
stitching in the seats and you start to get this soft warm feeling in your
midsection that if people can do something
this amazing with their bare hands then maybe there's hope for mankind
after all.