You have to have a portrait of Herr Diesel on your wall, to have written a passionate and heartfelt Facebook note professing your undying love for compression ignition (From the moment I first took in the aromatic fumes of my grandmother's VW Rabbit...), to really understand, much less be willing to spend possibly six figures (!) on, a Porsche with a tach ending with the number six and its red marks beginning at 4600. I fully support the proliferation of compression ignition on these shores, but I'm afraid I'm not one of those people.
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