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My good mate and Le Mans veteran Duncan Gould lent me his beloved 930 Turbo today. What an eye-opener. I always suspected that the air-cooled brigade were living on a diet of nostalgia for the days when Porsche built racing cars for the road and not school run 4x4 posemobiles. (Cayenne backlash expected any minute now)
My first impressions are.....bloody hell ! [&:] The 930 turbo is a beast that demands respect and will savage the unwary. There's a real art to driving the car well which I have yet to master e.g. no power steering, an H gearbox that takes me back to my Mk2 Escort days (the Escort box was never that clunky !) and an engine that barks, coughs, farts until the boost cuts in and then the car takes off like a racehorse with a chilli pepper up its' @rse.
A quick blat down the motorway later and I ran into an absolute downpour. The heater / demister controls seem to comprise of two fans and a confusion of levers so I had the windows open on the way back home to keep the cab temperature at a reasonable level. Having read tales of 911s going through hedges in the wet meant that I drove like Mother Theresa after a glass of sherry however as this is a car that was generously lent by a good mate, now was not the time to explore the laws of physics.
How does the Boxster compare ? Well, it's early days and I didn't really get the feel of the Boxster S until I had driven it for a week however if Porsche could build a car with the Boxster gearbox, brakes, weight distribution and handling combined with the 930 T engine, awesome soundtrack (fickle I know....but I love it) and that sexy rear end profile then I'd sell my house, my CD collection, my guitars and at least one kidney.
I never thought I would say it but ......are Porsche going soft in their middle age years ?
Anyone want to lend me a GT3 to prove otherwise ?
My first impressions are.....bloody hell ! [&:] The 930 turbo is a beast that demands respect and will savage the unwary. There's a real art to driving the car well which I have yet to master e.g. no power steering, an H gearbox that takes me back to my Mk2 Escort days (the Escort box was never that clunky !) and an engine that barks, coughs, farts until the boost cuts in and then the car takes off like a racehorse with a chilli pepper up its' @rse.
A quick blat down the motorway later and I ran into an absolute downpour. The heater / demister controls seem to comprise of two fans and a confusion of levers so I had the windows open on the way back home to keep the cab temperature at a reasonable level. Having read tales of 911s going through hedges in the wet meant that I drove like Mother Theresa after a glass of sherry however as this is a car that was generously lent by a good mate, now was not the time to explore the laws of physics.
How does the Boxster compare ? Well, it's early days and I didn't really get the feel of the Boxster S until I had driven it for a week however if Porsche could build a car with the Boxster gearbox, brakes, weight distribution and handling combined with the 930 T engine, awesome soundtrack (fickle I know....but I love it) and that sexy rear end profile then I'd sell my house, my CD collection, my guitars and at least one kidney.
I never thought I would say it but ......are Porsche going soft in their middle age years ?
Anyone want to lend me a GT3 to prove otherwise ?
