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If you think I am gonna fret and get all neurotic worrying if some people driving a Prius with a welded aluminum fishing boat, or worse, think me all uppity for knowing the 911 is in fact the most iconic sports car of all time, nope. Not happening.

The last time I drove it on a trip to Canada, on the way back traffic was backed up for miles at the border. The wait was hours. When I got to the checkpoint the first thing the officer said to me, "I'm not gonna lie. I dreamed about this car all my life. This exact one." And he looks the car over front to rear, bends down to look inside, "Just like this."

We spend the next 5 minutes talking, and I let him know the fantasy is one thing but actually owning and driving a 911 is so much better, and they are not that expensive, around $40k for this one, you can do it. 

"Why'd you visit Canada?" 

"Used to drive up to Whistler every year with the Porsche Club. Been a while. Thought it'd be fun. Didn't know the traffic would be so bad."

"Okay, have a nice day."

So even the border patrol are nicer than the audiophiles around here.

Not all of em. As you can see, not me. Look in a mirror.

Then you don't know the meaning of the word.

Trying to think of the last time I stopped for gas and some guy didn’t strike up a conversation with, "Nice car!" I mean I know it happened, but so long ago it is hard to recall. Well it is the iconic 79 911SC, but still.

The one time I sat down to seriously talk about ordering, even that guy who was there to sell me a Porsche, he was talking enthusiastically about all the options, and not just from a sales point of view but more like the way one Porsche guy talks to another, almost philosophically, with great appreciation bordering on reverence.

A contrast with the way audio sales people talk, which could not be more polar opposite.

I wouldn’t be too quick to judge though, or paint with too broad a brush. One of the greatest car events each year is the Historics. We decided on Laguna Seca Saturday, Pebble Concours Sunday. Track day was awesome. Everyone everywhere just as friendly as can be. Countless fun conversations with complete strangers. One big happy family.

Sunday morning at Pebble, what a contrast. Every eye peeled and sizing you up, almost always looking down the nose with disdain. The ones who bothered to register disapproval. Others prefer the royal gaze, of which you are unworthy. A more haughty arrogant judgmental group I have never seen. Oh well, the wife is enjoying her time among the beautiful people.

Wrong. Over breakfast she said she was sick of everyone judging her. We had been there a grand total of an hour. "Can we go back to the track?"

Can we! And I kid you not, it was a breath of fresh air! We were in heaven!

So they are not all so friendly after all. But the ones who are, wow, totally make up for the rest.