He kept her pressed against him even in the front seat of his old Porsche.

It crashed into a hundred pieces against the side of an old Porsche.

I continued into the driveway and got out of the old Porsche.

He walked her around to the garage where her old Porsche was hidden.

An old Porsche with a blown exhaust rumbled past him.

We were a whole lot more comfortable during the ride into Washington in my old Porsche.

I got back in the old Porsche and started it up.

I finally climbed out of my old Porsche and headed to the front door.

They ran to the front window and watched him speed away from the square in his ragged old Porsche.

To make any money on the car, the old Porsche would have had to sell it for $80,000.