Except for the hellacious parking on weekends up at the Shops. To hell with that noise then. Just go to Katy Trail Icehouse and listen to awful, drunk, single 30-something women bitch about being single for some inexplicable reason.

Heres another tip, sell your prius, buy a gun, dont invite your new neighbors for an organic salad party, invite them to a red meat BBQ instead.

Son!

Five cylinders. Those numbers. That body.

Bunch'a bullshit right here.

RUF does this too.

I see a lot of similarities between this and the 993.

Too bad it's not in Carrollton, TX. It would be cool to say, "I've got a Carlton from Carrollton."

There's only one way to celebrate.

Not pictured: the trail of brown, viscous fluid that inexplicably made its way from the engine into the bucket of the driver's seat. Porsches, man...

Cool! I made it to Jalopnik or something.

To be fair, a manual RWD version of this car would kill you. You'd be as dead as that skeleton.

There's a reason this car doesn't have a manual option: It wouldn't be nearly as good a car. PDK is perfectly suited to the character of the 911 Turbo. Giving this car a manual transmission would be like playing Gran Turismo 6 with a broom. It just doesn't make sense. The Turbo is about the free flowing, unabashed…

We'll still call it the SVO, right?

Pictured: Rental car executives.

And ONLY in Manual. I love that all of the Ford SVT Cobras/GT500s have NEVER had an automatic option.

Kit car.

The article gets better with this playing in the background

Mercedes-Benz has a rocky history of attempts at moving downmarket.

Sick burn, Consumer Reports!