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The location: Ford dealer in Rochester, Minnesota (70 miles south of the Twin Cities)
The subject: A silver type-996 Porsche 911.
The involved parties: A salesman named Josh and me
The full extent of the personal data that Josh knew about me: My first name
The experience: Test-driving the 911 around the outskirts of Rochester
The result: 🙂
The reason this is notable: It was the first time I’d ever test-driven any car at a dealership (don’t they usually check for at least a driver’s license?). It was also the first time that I’ve ever driven a type-996 911. I was on Cloud 9 the entire time!
The moral: If you dress nicely, show confidence, and can talk intelligently, doors will open for you.
The best sales line I heard from Josh: “Buy a sports car before you’re married. Miss that window, and you’ll be stuck with a minivan; there’s my Freestar.”
Tempting. Oh, so tempting.
Remember the Simpson’s where Homer wears a monacle and test drives the British town car to get Opera tickets?
I’m just sorry you had to go to Rochester to get your test drive. I used to live a half mile from that dealership.
I really fucking hate that city.
But I guess that’s the price you gotta pay for getting your test drive.
Then again, you hate cars too, right? 🙂
Addendum: I went down and took another look today. In the bright sun, it became apparent that the car had issues. Not insurmountable issues, mind you, but definitely issues that made it worth significantly less than asking price. So, no 911 in Keacher’s immediate future :-/
hey man –
looks like things are going well – are you playing hockey? is tom? – if you thought indiana was hockey purgatory – well, you know the rest…
later…
I’m not playing hockey right now; however, I am signed up for ice hockey lessons and an adult hockey league starting in December. I think Tom has tought about doing something similar…