OK, raving about any type of car on a forum dedicated to that type of car is a bit like sniffing your own farts (it's introverted, unproductive and has only predictable results), but being a 12-year-old at heart I'll do it anyway ...
We're just back from 800 miles of hooning around the highways and byways of the (once-)Great British Isles, seeing relatives over Christmas. And my S2 has, as always, never failed to impress and delight me. A particular highlight was the 200-or-so miles, mainly cross-country, from Southampton to the Shropshire Welsh Borders. Done in the late evening of a couple of days ago. A34, A419, A417, all despatched at speeds of around a lepton or so, as stable as you could possibly wish on mixed (wet/dirty/icy) surfaces, effortlessly passing other traffic - simply superb! Nothing, and I mean nothing, held a candle to it. The fact that it was done with the car laden to the gunwales with (amongst other things) two rolls of loft insulation, an industrial food processor, six jars of marmalade and more single malt than you can shake a frosty stick at is neither here nor there - not forgetting me and Mrs zcacogp, and associated festive over-indulgences!
Its sitting outside now. On the road, as usual. Bearing the marks of long, hard cross-country drives; dirt thickly plastered along the sides, rivulets of salt running from the nosecone back along the bonnet, windscreen wiper wipe arcs clearly defined and wheels that look as if they have been refinished in some carbon matt black colour. I know the crud isn't good for it, but I really don't want to wash it off as it looks soooo good - truly driven as the maker intended!
The more I drive my 944 the more worried I am about the day that it arrives at the big scrap yard in the sky. I trust that that day isn't coming soon, but I really don't know what I could possibly replace it with. (If anyone is reading this wondering whether to buy a 944 or not, stop wondering. Just go and buy one.)
Why can't it be Christmas everyday? [
]
Oli.
We're just back from 800 miles of hooning around the highways and byways of the (once-)Great British Isles, seeing relatives over Christmas. And my S2 has, as always, never failed to impress and delight me. A particular highlight was the 200-or-so miles, mainly cross-country, from Southampton to the Shropshire Welsh Borders. Done in the late evening of a couple of days ago. A34, A419, A417, all despatched at speeds of around a lepton or so, as stable as you could possibly wish on mixed (wet/dirty/icy) surfaces, effortlessly passing other traffic - simply superb! Nothing, and I mean nothing, held a candle to it. The fact that it was done with the car laden to the gunwales with (amongst other things) two rolls of loft insulation, an industrial food processor, six jars of marmalade and more single malt than you can shake a frosty stick at is neither here nor there - not forgetting me and Mrs zcacogp, and associated festive over-indulgences!
Its sitting outside now. On the road, as usual. Bearing the marks of long, hard cross-country drives; dirt thickly plastered along the sides, rivulets of salt running from the nosecone back along the bonnet, windscreen wiper wipe arcs clearly defined and wheels that look as if they have been refinished in some carbon matt black colour. I know the crud isn't good for it, but I really don't want to wash it off as it looks soooo good - truly driven as the maker intended!
The more I drive my 944 the more worried I am about the day that it arrives at the big scrap yard in the sky. I trust that that day isn't coming soon, but I really don't know what I could possibly replace it with. (If anyone is reading this wondering whether to buy a 944 or not, stop wondering. Just go and buy one.)
Why can't it be Christmas everyday? [
]Oli.
