Needing to do a little work for a friend in the country with no equipment needed to speak of, it seemed a perfect opportunity to take the long ignored 1983 Porsche 944 for a stretch of the legs. I can not remember the last time we went past the city limits so a drive of more than an hour into the Texas countryside was a welcome change of pace. The fact that we were preceding what has been predicted to be the equivalent to Snow-magedon just made it that much better.
I really did not expect to enjoy a jaunt down country roads in a nearly forty year old car to be so thrilling but I presume that is the benefit of having a badge from Zuffenhausen on the hood. The feel of a non assisted steering rack may be a little heavy in a parking lot but on the open road it is visceral, making the inputs to balance a bit of power oversteer at the rear sublime.
So now I sit in a warm house with a cold rain slowly turning to freezing rain falling outside, and I am content in the thought that the next warm day I can zip out of the garage and take mom's car out for another dash.
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