I need not tell you that Los Angeles is filled with Porsches. It’s pretty much common knowledge. While some find this “ridiculous”, “indulgent” or “offensive”, I have a different word for it. It’s AWESOME. Lemme tell you why. Here, especially on the West Side of LA, driving a Porsche is kind of normal — as weird as that sounds. For those of us with Stuttgart dreams, this can be incredibly liberating. We can finally come out of the car closet with no shame, even if it does require selling a kidney do so.
So when I heard that it was gonna be Porsche Day at Supercar Sunday this weekend, I made sure I was there. And so were roughly 500 others..
and they weren’t all of the young male enthusiast variety:
Yeah, the lady in front is in fact reading her Kindle and I’m pretty sure she’s about to find out that her husband has already left because she’s sitting next to an empty space, but I digress. I know you’re anxiously awaiting some freshly popped Porsche porn, so here you go:
Can we talk now? Thanks.
The best thing about Super Car Sunday (or any car meet up) is that you learn stuff. I learned that in order to cool a 993 turbo, you basically need a chrome Hibachi grill.
And that the earlier gen was no easier:
That may seem excessive, but as someone whose Turbo Saab used to burst into flames on a regular basis I can attest, this is a very good idea. Apparently not all super fast Porsches have this issue:
The Carrera GT goes from 0-60 in 3.5 seconds with no turbo & no electrical engines, but using a mid-engined 5.7L V10 that I would like for Xmas. Its look and speed may seem normal for supercars these days, but remember, this vehicle came out almost 14 years ago! In LA terms, that was 2 husbands, 3 therapists and 4 leases ago– so it’s pretty much an antique around here. Porsche only made 1200 Carrera GTs and only 440 came to the US, so this baby is rare! If you’re thinking about stealing one, here are two hints: 1) the ignition is on the left (a LeMans throwback) and 2) it only came in manual transmission– so that basically disqualifies anyone under 30.
Speaking of under 30, Porsche Day brought out plenty of younger enthusiasts including this trophy wife:
OMG I’m joking! She doesn’t have nearly enough Botox to be a trophy wife. But seriously, I had to take their photo because I overhead this Mini Motorhead asking her dad car questions and it was clear that she was having a ball. When I asked which Porsche she liked she replied, “the red one”. Um..ok:
I like the red one too, little mama!
Also in attendance was the world’s fastest dirty hippy, Magnus Walker (check out his Urban Outlaw site here).
Despite the fact that he always stumps my “Hot or Homeless” meter, Magnus is the nicest dude. Very friendly, humble and approachable, just ask these Brazilian tourists!
It’s impossible for me to show you everything, that’s a job for social media or Anthony Weiner. But I can tell you that it got better..
and better..
And because this wasn’t just a Porsche meet up, there was plenty more to see. Some of which landed squarely in the d-bag category:
That’s ok because Porsche Day at Super Car Sunday is kind of like LA itself. Sometimes the wealth is disgusting, sometimes the posers are overwhelming and sometimes it can all get you down. But then you stop & realize that most people are cool, most of the views are beautiful and no matter what, you’re always just a few feet from a vehicle that kicks ass. Long live Los Angeles! And Supercar Sunday…