Choosing the Swift Sport Over Porsche

Currently, our household has several Porsches: a Boxster GTS (981), 911s (964, 991, 992), and a Cayenne. However, since our home parking space only fits two cars, we usually park them separately—some near the station, others near my husband’s workplace—and he regularly rotates which ones are parked at home.

As for me, I drive my beloved Swift Sport wherever I go. I almost never take a Porsche.

Seeing this, my husband often says things like:

“The Boxster’s in the driveway now, why don’t you take it for a spin?”
“Try the GT3 (when we had it)! How about a drive on the Royu Driveway?”
“You haven’t driven the 991 GTS since delivery—you can take it anytime, you know?”

But since I never take him up on these offers, he sometimes says with a disappointed tone:

“Why not?! It’s such a waste to have such freedom to drive a Porsche and not use it… If it were me, I’d be driving it every day. It’s unthinkable for a car lover.”

Why do I avoid driving the Porsches so much? At the time, I thought, “Maybe it’s because the kids were still small and parenting was tough,” or “I only go to the local supermarket or pick up the kids from kindergarten, so taking out a Porsche feels like overkill.”

But recently, while chatting with my husband on Twitter Spaces, the mystery was finally solved.

Our Precious Porsches

The reason I don’t drive our Porsches is because “my husband cherishes them like his life depends on it.”

During that conversation, when he asked me again, “Why do you stubbornly avoid driving the Porsches even though they’re right here at home?” I answered:

“Well, if I drove the Porsches that you care for so deeply and accidentally scratched or damaged one, that would be a huge problem. I only drive short distances nearby, so there’s no need for me to take that risk. That’s why I choose not to drive them.”

He replied, “I see… that might be the biggest reason you haven’t driven our Porsches until now.”

And indeed, that’s true.

My husband truly treasures his cars. He loves driving and exploring various roads, often getting the cars dirty, but he immediately washes them himself to keep them spotless.

He’s careful when getting in and out, making sure not to scuff the outer side bolsters of the driver’s seat, always closing the doors by firmly holding the handle, and keeps the interior immaculate.

Watching him, it’s clear these are precious cars he earned through his own hard work.

On the other hand, I’m unfortunately not the type to treat cars so carefully.

I love my Swift Sport, but it’s parked outdoors and is almost always dirty. The interior is littered with fallen leaves and sand, and the dashboard is constantly dusty from the kids’ sandy shoes.

I do wipe it down occasionally, but mostly it’s just messy. (Not something to brag about…)

Even though it’s my car, I’m just not bothered by that kind of thing.

So, given how careless I am with cars, I feel hesitant to drive the Porsches that my husband treasures so much.

If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t feel good either if someone treated something I cared about roughly.

The Panamera we once had was a different story—I loved driving it almost every day because my husband bought it as a “family car, not just a hobby car,” so I felt comfortable using it often.

Someday, My Own Porsche

During that Twitter Spaces talk, my husband said to me:

You’ve often said you want to “buy things yourself” and “do things on your own.” You don’t like being given things, and you have a bit of a masculine streak… I think that’s a bit different from most wives.

I guess I do have a somewhat tomboyish, un-cutesy personality (laughs).

I grew up with fairly strict parents. Even if I said, “All my friends have this,” I was rarely allowed to have it.

When I was in middle school, everyone had pagers, and I asked my dad for one, but he refused. I had to present a detailed explanation of why I wanted it and what benefits it would bring, sign a contract, and only then was I allowed to get one—by which time everyone was already switching to PHS phones (lol).

So, once I was in college, I worked many part-time jobs to create a situation where I could say, “I’m paying for this myself, so no complaints!” I funded everything I wanted with my own money.

I always thought, “I want to become a working adult quickly, earn a lot, and be free to do what I want.”

Growing up like that, from the moment I started this blog, I set a goal to “buy my own Porsche someday.” Maybe subconsciously, I wanted to create an environment where I could freely and confidently drive a Porsche I bought with my own money.

When I finally get my Porsche, I’m sure I’ll use it hard and dirty—aiming to be like Keanu Reeves, I’ll give it my all (laughs).