This morning I did a little maintenance on the fuel filler door. Ever couple of years mine gets cranky and requires a couple of pushes of the release button before it pops open. I know there is a slightly stronger hinge spring and set of rubber bumpers available to remedy this, but I can’t be bothered to drive back and forth to the dealership to order/pickup parts. My homebrew cure is to place a dab of super-slippery silicon grease on the area of the hinge arm where the leaf style spring slides against in order to propel it open. I also adjusted the hinge and bumpers to get the door in perfect alignment with the rear body panel. Working on the fuel door reminded me that the tank is empty and the car has been running on fumes for the last few days, so I made a note to stop for gas first thing. Since today is already becoming a hot sunny day, I put the top down while still in the garage. One thing about driving a Z roadster with its top down, it puts you on display, so I always feel that I must gussy up on those days. I changed out of my ‘doing car maintenance’ tee and shorts for more girly-girl duds, and headed out.
At the gas station, an older gent in a new 911 Carrera 4 S Cabriolet complemented me on the clean and shinny condition of my car. Besides the Z, the 911 all-wheel drive S in a convertible model is my all time dream car, so I had a million questions about it. He offered to take me for a spin and buy coffee. As an added inducement, he presented the possibility of me getting a chance to drive it a bit. Getting to drive a new sports car is always a deal clincher for me, so the Z was relegated to a parking area and off we went. He drove through traffic for a few miles to a two-lane coastal road and turned the wheel over to me. The 911 is the perfect blend of a lush sophistication, a visceral mechanical feel to the controls and the huge dose of exhaust and engine wail one expects in a proper sports car.
We had coffee on the terrace of a little yacht club and it turns out my gent is newly retired from an industry I’m interested in.
So, all in all a great morning, my fuel door now obeys my order to pop open smartly, I did a little networking, and got to experience a super car.