A first car, but vintage vibes
Ok I admit it. This might be over the top. I know it's not a 'traditional' first car for a teenager. It's nowhere close to the crap buckets I drove in my teens. I already know what everyone will say. And yet, I DON'T CARE. Because a little over 22 years ago, his late father worked really hard out of college and bought himself a Porsche Boxster, in Arctic Silver Metallic with terra cotta Boxster Red interior —an almost impossibly rare combination to find —and he (along with a little brunette riding shotgun) tore around the back Kentucky roads with the top down blaring Toad the Wet Sprocket. Life was sweet and fast and FUN. And HAPPY. His dad loved that car more than me no doubt. Even after we had kids and it was sold, he had a replica toy model car of it sitting on his bookshelf to stare at for years. So when a 22-year-old virtually identical vintage silver Boxster with that rare red interior popped up for sale right around the corner, as my son is just months aw
