Steve McQueen was one of the coolest men on the planet. Cool, for McQueen, it simply exuded from his very presence. McQueen was cool because of who he was, how he walked and talked and looked and simply existed. But he was also cool because it came effortlessly. It came from his laidback nature. He was cool, he knew he was cool, but he also didn't seem to care.
The Porsche Boxster is the Steve McQueen of German sports cars.
There's a certain expectation that a car is saddled with when branded a Porsche. Say you drive one and thoughts immediately roll through others' heads about your status, your house, your bank account, who you are, what you do, how you do it. It's a car with a rich heritage on the track, of proven performance that dominates all others.
And while the Porsche Boxster has most everything one would expect from a vehicle bearing the Porsche moniker, the fact that it's a convertible roadster speaks volumes about its styling and sensibility, as well as its place within the company family. It's a Porsche, but it's cooler. It can be its own thing. It stands apart from the 911, the Cayenne, the Macan and the Cayman.
How does it stand on its own? How about a 2.9L six-cylinder engine that lets you go from 0-60 in 4.8 seconds. How about an ultra-lightweight body and mid-engine architecture that make it one of the most maneuverable vehicles in its class. How about an interior that's designed specifically to accommodate "spirited driving."
Cool isn't just a state of mind. It's a state of being.