Porsche Boxster: good test rules
Choosing among the girls familiar to us the two most advanced in terms of driving, we offered them to spend one day in the role of test pilots “Wheels.” Polina and Katya agreed and, after listening to a short lecture on the topic “how to behave while driving a sports roadster,” received the keys to the tuning Porsche Boxster.
Automotive journalism is a purely masculine profession, so there are practically no women among journalists testing cars.
Our magazine decided to correct this situation and contribute to the cause of emancipation. Choosing among the girls familiar to us the two most advanced in terms of driving, we invited them to spend one day in the role of test pilots “Wheels.” Polina and Katya agreed and, after listening to a brief lecture on the topic “how to behave while driving a sports roadster,” we received the keys to the tuning Porsche Boxster.
We assumed that the girls would take turns driving the car and each would write about their feelings. But, as the classics said, journalists assume, and unauthorized girls dispose. Instead of two full-fledged testers, we only had one: Katya did not dare to drive and moved all the way as a passenger. Upon learning of this, we thought that the concept of the material was destroyed, and now it’s impossible to imagine an objective female view of the car. However, on reflection, we decided that perhaps it would be even better, and when the girls sent their essays to the editor a few days later, we realized that it was impossible to even dream about the best material. Before us were two “test” cars, written from completely different points of view – a female driver and a female passenger.
Pauline. Incredible speed of convergence
The night before the test, I got on the Internet to find out something about the car we were to ride. The memory was only a computer game Need for speed, in which the Boxster was one of the coolest cars, and a phrase from Max Frish’s long-read book: “… rented a Jaguar and drove along the highway. Only Porsche overtook us. And although it turned out that the 230-strong Porsche model I was riding on was considered rather “slow”, so to say Porsche Light, I thought that after my Polo, this car should seem like a real hurricane. Therefore, I fell asleep quite anxiously.
So, we come to the salon, where we are waiting for a sparkling black convertible with a raised cloth roof. A short briefing, then five minutes for registration of powers of attorney and insurance, and now I’m driving down the street at the wheel of this fantastically docile and easy-to-drive car. We made friends with him instantly. At first, it was very unusual to hear the sound of the engine not in front of me, but from somewhere behind the back, but I got used to it as soon as the left leg when driving with an automatic transmission remains “out of the game”. It turned out to be more difficult to adjust to the gas pedal, each press of which at first meant a very sharp jerk of the car forward. But soon I already felt at the wheel of a Porsche no less relaxed than in my small car, and chatted merrily with Katya, who flatly refused to participate in this project as a driver. All my persuasions, stories about the protective arcs in the windshield frame and behind each of the seats, insurance and escort cars did not help. My friend didn’t want to drive THIS car. Well, I will get more impressions, I told myself. We were not advised to go in the city with an open top because of the dust, so we decided to go to the Kurortny district, go there, and at the same time sunbathe.
With an automatic transmission, the car behaved like a toy. Very soon, the feeling that I was driving a supercar was gone. The very stiff suspension didn’t seem to miss a single crack on the road, and only the steering wheel with manual shift buttons, which responded to the slightest touch of hands, reminded me that I was not driving a Volkswagen Polo with leaked shock absorbers, but in the real sporty mid-engine roadster By the way, in the manual mode of the box I did not cause much trepidation. In traffic, much more convenient machine. It is much more interesting that you can even switch to a lower gear with a button on the steering wheel in the “drive” mode, which I, however, did not do, considering that such procedures were invented solely for those who like to enter the turn at a speed of over a hundred, to which I don’t reckon.
But I never excluded myself from lovers to rush along a direct highway at high speed. Especially on the open car. Already 15 seconds after we unfastened the central lock over the windshield, our car was a full-fledged convertible. Having a little chatting with good-natured militiamen at the control point, we drove onto the track, turned on the music louder, and I “drowned” the gas pedal. Before that, I did not encounter the work of kick-down, and therefore, when the bus, driving in the right lane in front of us about a hundred meters, in a flash was far behind, and the speed on the speedometer almost doubled.