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Porsche Launches £328 Sled
Forget tubes, saucers, Flexible Flyers or Ziffy-Whompers: the discerning sledding enthusiast now has an option from Porsche. The £328 sled features an aluminum racing frame, stainless steel runners, and a black imitation leather seat complete with the Porsche logo. A Porsche spokesman said: "The new aluminum sledge with stainless steel runners was created by the Porsche Design Studio. A practical folding mechanism ensures that the sledge is ready to hit the snow in seconds, so nothing stands in the way of winter sledging fun."
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and only imitation leather? What a rip-off.
Aluminium with stainless steel on a sledge? Combine that with salt (splashed up from the road) and you get a nasty bit of corrosion.
Nae king! Nae laird! Nae yurrupiean pressedent! We willna be fooled again!
I am sorely disappointed. I wanted a video of a Porsche towing a sled off a ramp.
Sunny didn’t open her eyes until she was sure the voice calling her was real and not echoing in her dreams. The silhouette of her Uncle Hal disappeared in the room after he closed her bedroom door behind him.
“Sunnywake up.”
She slowly stretched over and illuminated the room with the white lamp on her nightstand.
“Uncle Hal, what’s going on? Is something the matter?” she asked even though he looked unashamedly giddy.
“No. It’s Christmas day, sweetheart.”
“Oh.” She glanced at the glowing green numbers of a digital clock. “It’s 4 A.M., though.”
“I know. I have a present for you. Well, I have a few presents for you but I really wanted to give you this one. I was going to wait until five but I’m way too excited.”
It wasn’t until he produced a wrapped gift from behind his back that she realized he had come in with it tucked out of view. He sat the box down on the bed as if he wanted the action to transfer his excitement to her. “Merry Christmas, Sunny.”
She examined it in her grip for a moment before finally tearing off the first scrap of wrapping paper.
“So, do you like it?”
“Uhyeah,” she answered, reading the word ‘Barbie’ on top of the vivid, pink box. “It’s great. I love it.”
Sunny had never seen such a vibrantly themed item. ‘Barbie’ was a beaming beach blonde with an outfit consisting of colors mostly from the neon side of the color spectrum.
Hal took a seat next to her, his excitement noticeably receding. “You hate it.”
“No,” she quickly said, “of course not. I justdon’t know what to do with it. Can I take it out of the box?”
“Of course you can.” He picked up the box and stared down at it. “Then, you buy her a dream house and a convertible and vicariously live through her until you can buy those things in your real life.” Sunny giggled and Hal smiled at her. “Sweetie, I don’t know what you do with it but it’s kind of essential to have one as a little girl and I really want to do things that make you feel as normal as possible.”
“I’ve never felt unnormal.”
Behind his eyes, Hal was holding onto something. Something about her mother, something about how she spent the first few years of her life, perhaps even something about their circumstances and dealing with Dave’s illness but Sunny didn’t have enough time to decipher it before he successfully replaced it with the feeling he had entered the room with. “I promise your first Christmas with me and Dave is going to be the best one ever.”
“The only thing I wanted for Christmas was for Dave to be okay and I got that. I don’t need anything else.”
He kissed her lightly on the forehead. “I knowI wanted to do this for you, though.”
“Okay, Uncle Hal.”
A few hours later when she entered the living room, there was a bigger wrapped present occupying a sofa cushion next to Hal. She picked it up and slid a look to him as he tried to hide the formation of a smirk behind a particularly long sip of coffee.
“What is this?” She asked.
“You’ll find out when you open it.”
“Should I wait for Dave to come downstairs?”
“He left out really early this morning. He didn’t tell me where he was going or when he’d be back.”
She sighed. “I didn’t get you and Dave anything,” she declared sitting down with the shiny, purple box in her lap.
Hal laughed and gently squeezed her chin between his thumb and index. “You aren’t supposed to. We shower you in gifts. That’s how this holiday works.”
“Next year, I promise I’ll get you and Dave presents.”
“You have to