We found a great road trip report with the even greater Porsche 911 Turbo. Enjoy!
It was somewhere east of Roswell, New Mexico, I think. We were at a gas station, doing the usual gas station stuff. I was pumping. Scott Jacobs was draining.
“That [pause for dramatic event] is a beautiful car.”
The compliment came from a woman filling the pickup truck at the next pump.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Love the color. My daddy had one that color back in the ’70s,” she says, now walking over to our chocolate brown 2010 Porsche 911 Turbo, which stands out in this part of the country like a flying saucer from another world. Which it is. She spots our license plate. “California? Where are you guys going?’
“Texas,” I say matter-of-factly, as if Texas is just around the corner from California.
“Wow, long drive. What’s in Texas?”
“We were in the mood for some barbecue.”