On the days that I work from home, I often notice not one but two different sports cars across the road. The first time I noticed, my attention was instantly stolen by the bright blue paint of a brand new Porsche Cayman. “Very nice,” I thought to myself, “I wonder who drives that?”
It was a good few days before I actually spotted the owner (or at least the driver on the day). To my surprise, it was a lady of, how can I put this, an age that is not normally associated with fast, performance cars, and I don’t mean a teenage, new driver! “Wow!” I thought again, “I wasn’t expecting that!”
So with that in mind, I should have known better when another brand new Porsche Cayman – this time in pristine white – parked in almost exactly the same spot every single day I happened to be at home for the past couple of weeks or so before Christmas. I was equally impressed by the car and wondered if I would prefer it to the blue one, should I ever find myself in the enviable position of having to choose.
Finally, I was able to spot the driver of this particular Porsche and this time it was an older man (not as old as the lady driver but older than me!). He went to the boot of the car and removed a pair of working boots and changed into them. He then took out a hard hat and instantly, I understood why he parked where he parked every day. Clearly, he was some sort of foreman or building site inspector and didn’t want to either drive his beautiful car onto the site that is situated about half a mile down the road or even more likely, didn’t want to be seen driving this car and provoke all sorts of sarcastic comments about the amount of money he was perhaps being paid or other, similar remarks.
Either way, once again, he was not your archetypal driver of a Porsche Cayman.
Seeing his hard hat and boots made me think of someone else whom I know extremely well, who would not appear to be the typical driver of an expensive performance car. This man had never bought a brand new car in his life until the day he went into the local Ford showroom, dressed in his summer working outfit of shorts, t-shirt and dusty, possibly very dirty working boots and asked how much the bright yellow, convertible Mustang was. The very presumptuous salesperson actually asked if he was serious (never a good question to a prospective customer, regardless of what they’re wearing!). The builder said he would probably pay in cash but might elect to borrow a minority portion of the price to keep his credit rating nice and healthy and returned the next day to drive it away!
Here’s a photo of me enjoying just being near the car!
I trust the salesperson will never judge an unlikely-looking, prospective customer ever again.
And I will never presume to know what a Porsche driver looks like.