Some cars defy one’s capacity to describe or discuss them except in the most general terms. Here’s another, a Porsche of some type.
There was a 1970s example of one of these things parked on the road today. They are very rare around my district. I chose to look at a Vectra parked one space ahead of it. I’ve always admired the 2002 model’s headlamp design. When I was in Germany at Easter I saw a rare high-spec 2002 saloon in green metallic that made me catch my breath.
The Porsche, on the other hand, doesn’t say anything. I can imagine a comfortable life trickling around in a Vectra, not being very bothered by much and enjoying the Opel’s robust easy-going nature. And when it breaks and dies, I might not feel bereaved. Expensive sports cars on the other hand don’t move me. Even if I was very rich indeed I really would not consider buying one or even trying one. If I was very rich I would buy a whole showroom of used Vectras and park them in a barn as an exercise in conceptual art.
What the sports car offers I don’t yearn for. I can’t address the excellence of the engineering solutions because I feel the Porsche guys just spent their way out of the problem. If you show me a €10,000 car that does 0-60 in 5 seconds I would really be interested to know how that was done. But if the solution involves burying the problem with consultancy time and rare metals then I feel this as interesting as taking a taxi along the pilgrim’s route in Spain. And by the way, the Porsche is rubbish at carrying things. The life I imagine involves some suitcases and these fit better into a 2002 Vectra. Finally, I can’t address the styling of the Porsche as it is neither good nor bad, a bit like a pebble on a beach.