The ultimate camping wagon. Porsche Carrera GT

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I have this really weird reoccurring dream. I appreciate this is not the medium to discuss this however stick with me.

Over the last couple of years I have been having this bizarre and very realistic dream that involves road tripping throughout Europe in a Porsche Carrera GT (the coolest car in the world). Camping in gorgeous locations…soaking in the sites…drinking lots of French beer and generally taking life in the slow lane for a couple of months. No worries other than how to find the next tunnel or ravine to open the taps on the visceral motorsport derived V10 and when to pull over to top up the zoom juice I will be burning with great abandon.

A dream yes, however one I will make happen!