Porsche Gets Cheeky
In all my excitement over the gender politics and sociological implications of the Porsche 911, I forgot the single best thing about Porsche EVER.
That particular Ruby Red, leather-swathed specimen featured in my post has the most useful, thoughtful, amazing option to ever emerge from Zuffenhausen: cooled seats. COOLED SEATS.
For my fellow Texans, let me say that again: COOLED SEATS. Yes. Take a minute.
An invention like this makes me particularly pleased to be living in the 21st century, where a beautiful, fast-as-hell soul machine is also considerate of my butt. I mean, we as a civilization are really reaching the pinnacle here. Chilled cheeks at triple-digit speeds. I swoon.
For a company that begrudges us cupholders, this is extraordinary.
Danke schoen to Hans/Franz/Gunther for installing such a magical device in Cindy’s Porsche. My butt and I are indebted to you. And to Cindy for making such a wise purchase.
Although I’m pretty sure she discovered the cooled seats option for the first time about a week ago.
It’s a pretty sweet option in Tucson, too!
As an enginerd, I’m immediately intrigued as to how they did it. Are they pumping cooled water through tubes laced through the seat, as they do for astronauts? Is it hooked up to the A/C system? How do they prevent leaks? Is there a dashboard control setting for “butt temperature”? (They probably have a cute name for it, like “Posterior Comfort Control”.)
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