I am a very happy person today.

Why?

Because I finally got rid of my 2000 911, a horrible piece of junk I
was stupid enough to have bought new four years ago. I replaced it with
a properly engineered automobile - a 2001 BMW M5 with the Dinan S2
upgrades.

Farwell me 911, I won't miss you.  You are barely better than a Honda
Civic.

You aren't terribly good looking. Your parents have style; you have
none.

You're badly designed. You don't even have a glove compartment.

You drive about as well as the Taurus I rented last week from Hertz.
Let me correct that: I think that the Taurus is faster.

You're noisy, unreliable, and expensive to repair.

You feel cheap. Your doors are light.  You are made of plastic.

No wonder Porsche has the highest profit margins in the automobile
industry - selling Hondas for $80,000 is a profitable business to be
in.

Porsche, you can keep your Boxsters and your Cayennes, you can keep the
911 that is the shadow of what this car once was.

There was a time when I said I would never drive a car other than a
Porsche. The 911 was my second Porsche; the first was a 1988 944. That
944 has a lot more soul than my 911 will ever have.
I am gone from Porsche for good. Good riddance to crap.