My dad came out here to take us out to lunch today. He drove up in his little Porsche convertible. We took it to lunch but not without a little drama. It didn't start at first so I had to push and he pop started the thing. Good thing we only went up the street and could walk home if it didn't start post meal. The girls in the back reminded me of my brothers and I when my dad had a TR3 convertible. We would giggle when he revved it since it was loud and felt like it was going faster due to the volume. The girls were tickled to have their hair blowing and be all smushed in the jump seat.