Cayman S

I have finally decided to come out of my little closet to speak about my Cayman S. So in return of it, I am just expecting car enthusiasts or lovers (so they are called) to appreciate the machine much as I do. But to those sour grapes who think I'm all for boasting, you can continue on reading and hate me or just abandon this piece so you can continue your life with a peace of mind that I never existed or that i ever had a Cayman, if you get my drift. Hehe...

My first and foremost thought when I decided to purchase the Cayman S is if I could handle the machine. I mean, we are talking of a car with 300bhp, 3.4cc of engine capacity, 0-100 at 5.4 sec, top speed of 275kmph and more so a Porsche which is reputed for it's impeccable performance.

But that did not stop me short from getting it. I mean, my thoughts were wandering more of what other car besides this could make my heart double and triple flip when I look at it?

I have looked around hard, and nothing could beat my love for the Cayman. Nothing I daresay could come near this beast.

Unless of course, it's those under my list of "if not" which covers the E92 M3 which is way beyond my budget,the classy Maserati Grand Turissmo, again way off my budget or the audacious Aston Martin Vantage V8 which equally is way off my budget. Hehe..

I have made a point even, if it cannot be the Cayman, it's nothing at all. I will just stick to my balmy handsome E46 CI. Afterall I'm still very happy with the stallion. Though I have some issues about it's horse power. But nevermind, it's a beautiful fella.

For 1 year my search begun. Needless to mention, most people think I'm one of those people who enjoys doing nothing but dream and dream over such far fetch dream. Some laugh. Some lament. Some taking it as hearsay. Some shake their heads equating it to a foolish act. Oh whatever...

So finally when the timing was right, Cayman S it was.

Of course, it was surreal. The entire experience of putting the downpayment, signing the loan agreement and a load more signing here and there and the final bit that the car is ready for collection. It was entirely dreamlike. It still hasn't gotten into my system that I was about to be driving a Porsche. Let alone own one.

It did not struck me even that owning one is a big deal. Nor did it struck me about what "other people" would say, let alone think, and nor did it struck me about the reaction from the cynicals. Afterall, I do as I please, whatever my heart desires, within my means as always.

And when finally Eugene handed me the keys to my car when I came back from work one late evening, I was just like a kid whom daddy has gotten her the dream bicycle. Elated is an understatement. I trust if a camera could capture the moment, it would have been those million dollar picture. I trust it would have been the look that no money could buy. The feeling was indescribable. I still can't find the right words.

While Eugene was equally worried about my ability to control the car, he sat next to me, giving specific direction on how to. Yeah, I'm afterall a girl, where girls aren't supposed to be good with anything mechanical. So yours truly went through the motion of A to Z introduction like I was about to take on a crash course. Yada yada yada he went.

With that done, a clear night out, I steered my first drive in a Porsche into the night on the NKVE, like a little kitten playing it's first ball of yarn. Careful, cautious and watchful. Whatever words you can use on this, I was all there.

Holding on to these feelings, I glanced over the logo and brushed it over with my forefinger saying to myself smilingly, "Wow, can't believe this. A dream come true."

And yes, I drove at a mere 100kmph at most. But surprisingly, the Cayman is the most friendly car I have ever driven, like instead of me having to accustom to it, he accommodated me the way I wanted him to be. To my ease, comfort and genuine surprise. I did not have to compromise and he gave all in.

But more so now that my Cayman is with me for a good 2 months, nothing has changed. He is still as compromising as ever to my style and my senses.

At every acceleration or corner, there bind the mutual understanding of my safety and all I have to do is worry over the degree of courage to challenge him on. At every need for an outburst acceleration, he will always be assuring that he can do more than the weight of my little feet on that awesome accelerator. I mean, the endless pedal on my far right is just what he needs.

Little by little within these 2 months I have indeed learnt from him. I have learnt to give him the trust of my life, that he is made and built as a Porsch by unspeakable standards of driving pleasure perfection and above all, being such an easy car to anyone who is up for such fancy.

It clenches at every nooks and corners at any speed I impose yet at the same time, it purrs when there is a sudden surge of power with such level of humbleness. He is a creature of confidence that never once when I steer aggressively has he failed to lose his balance. Even if I were to dodge over anything, there is never a moment he can't take. At every overtaking, whether it was a sudden rav or gradual pick up, he would give in according to my feelings. There has never been a surprise. And above it all, steering it is as precise as it could be. There is no "about there" or need for guesstimation. It hits the nail right there as I want it to be.

Such is the Cayman S.

Till today, his maximum has not been tested because there is just my own courage that has yet to be conquered before I could attain that. So, one can daresay, to drive a Cayman S like a true blue driver, it is not so much about owning the car but more to that of having the standards and driving enigma to handle one of the ultimate driving machine...

I have yet to match the humble ferociousity of the car with my inhabited guts. For now, the Cayman is far beyond me, still. I still wonder would I ever reach his limit and ask him for more instead of him doing so ever so often with me. Only time can tell. But till then, my only acceptable excuse is: I'm just a girl... Hehehe...