The Porsche coasted to a stop–silently, without any warning. No glowing lights on the dash. Yes, plenty of gas in the tank.
I was returning from a PCA get-together at a local Porsche shop. The irony wasn’t lost upon me.
Fortunately traffic was light, the sun was shining, and the grassy right of way was welcoming.
I popped the flashers …
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