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For sure, in terms of ragged edge raw performance the Cayman R (or any modern Porsche) would destroy the 968, but handling is all about the context. For a street car it's hard to beat predictable. I've never met a mid-engined car that had limits anywhere near the sort of safe handling the 924/944/968 had. They just

Of course, the industrial engineer in me knows this is part of the reason GM cars aren't the best ever. Poke yoke that shit, morans!

The death of Porsche's front-engined lineup was proof that Porschephiles care more about aesthetics and tradition than about vehicle dynamics. The 968 is maybe the best handling Porsche of all time, and they never even saw fit to give it more than a (admittedly badass) 4-cyl motor. I dunno if it counts as a true

I think they photograph way worse than they look in person. In photos they look bloated and awful, but I find it a lot more compact looking in real life. Still looks like a flattened Cayenne, though.

In other words, it's perfect.

Funny, those are the same reason this man left engineering. Though really, more time with the family had a lot to do with it, too.

Having known a couple of 356 owners, I can say that a 70 mile range is about right for a year's worth of driving.

Saying you dislike video games is like saying you dislike reading. You've not found what works for you.

My high school job was as a computer programmer back in the early 90's. I went to college thinking I'd do computer engineering, but got interested in industrial engineering and switched majors. Then I graduated as the dot com bubble burst and there were no jobs, so I wound up doing fleet management for a big car

Owning an Exige and driving it only on the track would be the equivalent of marrying a porn star and only having sex on the fourth tuesday of each month.

Danng, duude, thaats hillarious.

Well, then I'm sure you'd have no trouble doing it yourself! :)

R.I.P.

That seems like a straw man argument. Or rather, you're artificially defining "real computing" and then knocking Apple for rejecting it.

What sucks is that now I need to decide between this overweight pig and a svelte little turbo brick. The former has fewer miles, sure, but the latter has a certain (as the french would say) I Don't Know What.

Gun owning liberals are pretty common once you get 50 miles inland. It's easy to forget when the wildest animal you see is a squirrel, but lots of people live in places where they might need to kill a rabid animal or want to eat a delicious one. Love of wild meat crosses party lines!

This reminds me that I really love the cafeteria at the National Museum of the American Indian.

I think the cat was sitting on top of the engine. It'd be a really tight fit getting in through the oil cap, not to mention requiring opposable thumbs.

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