- That Sweet 993
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My wife is getting a Mini Cooper S which has aroused my interest for getting a new ride. I promised myself to hold off for another year but what the hell; too late now. This morning I saw the new Porsche Cayman S - a nice looking Boxster Coupe - and realized that the 993 is going to be, if not already is, a classic, classic, classic. The Cayman is alright but nothing, I say nothing, like the 993. Not even the 997 comes close.
Just look at what happened to the Ferrari Dino. It was bought and sold for $50K a few years ago. Yesterday I saw one that was going for $125K. Today you have to pay at least $80K for a decent one - that's a 60% appreciation from a few years ago. Not bad!
I'm not yet at the point that I'm ready to pull the trigger but I'm seriously evaluating my options at this time. Distantly in my mind I think that I could keep my Boxster S as well as getting a 993 Coupe. Wouldn't that be an awesome personal treat. I think so. But once the dreamer is laid to rest I'm painfully aware of that I have to make a choice. But oh what a pleasent one.
- Brazilian Girls
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Wow. A buddy of mine in London recommended the "Brazilian Girls" CD and it's mind-blowing. It feels everything but mainstream; an eclectic European dream in it's multi-lingual expression and a mix of electronica, tango, bossa, jazz, blues et cetera.
- The Heroic Return
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The fog is rolling in over the San Francisco hills like a wet towel slides off the bathroom hook. We are just back from the hot sun and cool nights in Los Cabos, Mexico. Right now I wish we had stayed for a few more nights but I was tequila-outed. My mind was going crazy and I was mumbling irradic things: "Let's stay here and never go back" et cetera. You know what I mean; when sun and sand only matters and the rush hour traffic seems like a stupid thing to partake in. But everything has got an end - except for the snake which has two - so here we are: back in the arctic San Francisco. Brrrr.