What I Like Most About an Early 911 is . . . .
. . . that there's almost nothing between me and the driving
NO power-assist = when I turn the wheel, I can feel the road . . . not some Engineer's algorithm of one
NO Safety Shyte = push pedal = feel the tires + brakes + road interacting. Get it wrong = get hurt + go broke
NO ding-a-ling-a-lation when I open the door with the key on . . . or my seat-belt un-done . . . or any other effing thing. If I wanna open the door to hear the engine run, then I don't wanna hear a din-a-ling-a-lator while I'm doing it
Besides --- if I ever do ball this thing up? . . . . the flames will prolly take care of anything that the seat-belts saved, anyway . . .
. . . provided, of course, that the 4 screws holding the seat to a forward-pivoting wood frame haven't let go and squoze my face + torso out through the windshield
I mean seriously --- FEAR is an excellent safety device, IMO
Furthermore . . .
I don't care that it's slow
I don't care that it's hard to drive
I don't care that it's noisy . . .
. . . or that it smells . . .
. . . or that the seats are uncomfortable . . .
. . . or that nobody wants to drive it but me
I want a car that involves me --- totally . . .
. . . that requires me to actively/knowledgeably/passionately take part in what's going on . . .
. . . not something that does everything for me
+ F&ck comfort
Seriously
I'll take it easy ------------------------------------------------------ when I'm dead