We were on the road long before most people were awake, because we needed two things without which we’d have no story to tell: space and time, the former provided by one of best routes in Wales, the latter by an uncomfortably early alarm call. Then again, if you’re objecting to being prematurely prised from your slumbers because you have to go and drive a bunch of new Porsche 911s across scenery like this, you’re probably in the wrong line of work.
We met in the usual place, five people and three Porsches in four dimensions, buzzing merely from the experience of getting here, let alone the prospect of what was to come. Such cars do that for you.
Ah yes. The cars. It was an idea that had been brewing in my head ever since the day last November I found myself on a not dissimilar road in the new 911 Carrera T, albeit in California. At that time and in that space not once did I crave more power or grip, making me wonder whether in the 60th anniversary year of the world’s greatest sports car, this was all the 911 you could ever need or, just maybe, even want. At least for those who buy such cars primarily for the way they drive.
