Sometimes life gives you a break, skipping right over the giving of lemons and surprising you with a full glass of lemonade instead. That’s the feeling one of our editors had when presented with a Porsche Boxster S and a sunny autumn day in New England. With his girlfriend at his side and a free Saturday to head west through Maine’s apple-picking country en route to the base of the White Mountains, he set out to enjoy the scenery and experience everything Porsche’s drop-top had to offer.
After hours of opting for roads less traveled (many of which were twisty and deserted) and seeing the sun begin to set, they found themselves at a rural drive-in that was hosting its last show of the season. As the credits rolled, they hit the eastbound Interstate, with the heater and heated seats on high and the clear sky above.
The day could’ve been equally memorable in another ride, but that’s doubtful. It’d have to offer the same raspy bark as the Boxster S, the same tight handling and smooth power along those curvy back roads, and as far as the girlfriend was concerned, it’d still have to be named Porsche.