So, I'm minding my own business, Flickring of couse, when he comes in from the garage (it's nearly midnight mind you-but we are late night owls) and says "you gotta put that down for a while and come drive for me, I just tuned the car and I wanna see how it runs" I look at him like he's crazy! I have NEVER driven the the Porsche, don't want to, it goes too fast for me and I like to drive fast. He begs some more. I cave, after all it does sound fun and I am sober. . .