← Continued from Page 1 of "Porsche Roadshow 2013: Test Driving Porsche's Range"The Alcantara on the roofliner creates a sweet contrast with the clouds above, which seem to be very upset today. I know I'm supposed to talk about stuff like PDK and PDCC, but the panoramic sunroof on the new Porsche 911 coupe is simply a delight. Now that the upcoming 911 Targa is getting back to its roots, the coupe was gifted with a generous panoramic roof that makes a perfect frame for the sky.
Meanwhile, we’ve been traveling on the highway, where the 911 has no problem in turning from a sports car into a cruiser. Kay, the instructor that’s looking after my group, seems to be rather pedal-happy, so I can’t wait to get to a twisty road to see him in action.
We’ve switched cars again, I’m in a 911 Carrera S Cabriolet, but it doesn’t feel anything like it did during our test drive. That's because it’s pouring down with rain and I can’t enjoy the open air, so I’ll focus on the driving.
We’re surging forward on some mountain roads and Cristina giggles as I enter a long right hander a bit too hard. The steering tells me exactly what’s cooking, the electronic nannies are currently on so the situation is quickly dealt with.
However, Kay is not as happy. His voice comes alive in the walkie-talkie buried in the door fascia: “Had a bit of understeer there and I saw the PSM at work!” That’s all he said, but I’m still wondering how he was able to tell what I did when the he was three cars ahead and the rain was as thick as smoke.
We stop to refuel and it’s time to jump inside the newest Porsche in the house, the Cayman S. Driving it just after the 911 makes it easier to notice that it feels purer as a sports car. You get the same perfect balance up to the point where the grip runs out, but once you go beyond this, the Cayman is more docile than the 911. Brilliant!
You look behind you and instead of the 911’s rear seats, you see the brace that adds even more rigidity to the structure. How caoul I not to upset Kay with such a huge tease behind me?
Perhaps he could also read minds, as he soon informed us we were about to make another stop, so I had to give up the sleek Cayman S. The short brake required to to make a group u-turn inside a village and it was amusing to see the people wave and smile.
And just when I was thinking “it’s a wonderful world”, I notice that the next car is going to be the Boxster S. All pacifist thoughts instantly disappear, as last time we met we had a lot of sideways fun.
On public roads, it’s really difficult to say that the Boxster is less of a driver’s car than the Cayman. It feels just as ready to upset Kay and it allows me to ruin Cristina’s hairstyle. Thank you dear sun for getting back to us.
Speaking of the Porsche instructor, the walkie-talkie turns to a very serious tone and we're told that,as we are about to reach our halfway point, a few miles of broken roads await us. Well, the description didn't fit the reality. "Broken" simply isn't enough when talking about the decayed, beaten, drilled tarmac that came under our cars.
Meanwhile, we’ve been traveling on the highway, where the 911 has no problem in turning from a sports car into a cruiser. Kay, the instructor that’s looking after my group, seems to be rather pedal-happy, so I can’t wait to get to a twisty road to see him in action.
We’ve switched cars again, I’m in a 911 Carrera S Cabriolet, but it doesn’t feel anything like it did during our test drive. That's because it’s pouring down with rain and I can’t enjoy the open air, so I’ll focus on the driving.
We’re surging forward on some mountain roads and Cristina giggles as I enter a long right hander a bit too hard. The steering tells me exactly what’s cooking, the electronic nannies are currently on so the situation is quickly dealt with.
However, Kay is not as happy. His voice comes alive in the walkie-talkie buried in the door fascia: “Had a bit of understeer there and I saw the PSM at work!” That’s all he said, but I’m still wondering how he was able to tell what I did when the he was three cars ahead and the rain was as thick as smoke.
We stop to refuel and it’s time to jump inside the newest Porsche in the house, the Cayman S. Driving it just after the 911 makes it easier to notice that it feels purer as a sports car. You get the same perfect balance up to the point where the grip runs out, but once you go beyond this, the Cayman is more docile than the 911. Brilliant!
You look behind you and instead of the 911’s rear seats, you see the brace that adds even more rigidity to the structure. How caoul I not to upset Kay with such a huge tease behind me?
Perhaps he could also read minds, as he soon informed us we were about to make another stop, so I had to give up the sleek Cayman S. The short brake required to to make a group u-turn inside a village and it was amusing to see the people wave and smile.
On public roads, it’s really difficult to say that the Boxster is less of a driver’s car than the Cayman. It feels just as ready to upset Kay and it allows me to ruin Cristina’s hairstyle. Thank you dear sun for getting back to us.
Speaking of the Porsche instructor, the walkie-talkie turns to a very serious tone and we're told that,as we are about to reach our halfway point, a few miles of broken roads await us. Well, the description didn't fit the reality. "Broken" simply isn't enough when talking about the decayed, beaten, drilled tarmac that came under our cars.
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