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Porsche 911 Turbo
Superexotic. On The Cheap.
Everything’s happening faster. Internet speeds, lawsuits, aging, you name it. But
what engages our thoughts today here at Great Guy Life is vehicle acceleration.
There are classes of performance cars, loosely defined by track numbers and prices.
They start with “sports cars,” “GTs” or sometimes “roadsters.” Up from there you
have “exotics.” At the narrow peak of this automotive caste system resides the “superexotic.”
Not to put a date stamp on us, but we remember a few decades ago when the superexotic
class was pretty much dominated by the Italians, specifically Lamborghini. Back
then, 5.5 seconds to 60 was it: the holy grail, the line of demarcation across which
lurked the quickest superexotics in the land. But as we said, everything’s happening
faster. And it wasn’t long ago that a fellow named Gordon Murray established the
new superexotic benchmark. It was called the McLaren F1, and for a cool million
you had a car that got to 60 mph in about 3.5 seconds – if you really knew
what you were doing in the cockpit. Run the tach to precisely the correct speed,
load the rear tires with precisely the correct torque, release the clutch with precisely
the correct technique, and sixty miles per hour was yours in three-and-a-half. For
a million dollars. (And a set of new tires.)
3.5 seconds.
One million dollars.
Sound fair?
No?
Okay, how about 3.3 seconds…for one-eighth the price?
Those are the numbers for the new 911 Turbo.
Easy Speed
And you don’t need the motor coordination of Michael Schumacher to get that acceleration.
No three-pedal-drop-clutch-perfect-timing tap dance here. The 911 Turbo is available
with a 5-speed Tiptronic automatic that lets you load the rear wheels with a bit
of power-braking, at which point you simply release the brake and floor it. And
there you go, past sixty in 3.3 seconds, and on up to 193 mph. All this, for about
$125,000.
Let’s get some perspective on those numbers, shall we?
| Saleen S7 Twin Turbo |
0-60, 3.3 seconds |
MSRP: $600,000 |
| Lamborghini Murcielago LP640 |
0-60, 3.3 seconds |
MSRP: $340,000 |
| Ferrari Enzo |
0-60, 3.3 seconds |
MSRP: $700,000 |
| Ferrari F430 |
0-60, 3.5 seconds |
MSRP: $190,000 |
| Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren |
0-60, 3.5 seconds |
MSRP: $455,000 |
| Porsche Carrera GT |
0-60, 3.6 seconds |
MSRP: $460,000 |
| Ford GT |
0-60, 3.7 seconds |
MSRP: $150,000 |
Clearly,
the 911 Turbo is the superexotic deal of the decade.
More Than Mere Muscle
While the engine in the 911 Turbo is certainly an engineering marvel (we’ll get
to that momentarily), it takes more than whopping horsepower to do what the Turbo
will do, both in a straight line and around the most delicious curves. The Turbo
is 4-wheel-drive, with an extremely effective torque control system called PTM,
for Porsche Traction Management. Instead of the normal viscous coupling, this system
uses a sophisticated electronic multiplate clutch system that can vary the feed
to the front wheels from an open clutch to full lock. It does this continuously,
monitoring angles, momentum, throttle, etc. to simply – and instantaneously – deliver
exactly the correct mode of traction for every situation. The power delivery of
this car is astounding.
Tradition, With A Twist
While the other superexotics achieve their numbers with V8s, V10s and V12s, the
911 Turbo uses Porsche’s signature boxer-six engine, still hanging way out behind
the rear axle line, still displacing only 3.6 liters, still making traditional flat-six
sounds. But somehow, Porsche manages to get their horses to run a bit harder than
just about anyone else. From this comparatively diminutive motor – plumbed though
it is with twin nickel-vaned, Variable Turbine Geometry turbochargers – the guys
from Zuffenhausen pull 480 horsepower at around 6000 rpm. That’s good, but the torque
figure of 457 pound-feet is remarkable, mostly because it gets to that number at
a very accessible 1950 rpm. The value of those figures is clear: no waiting. Power
you want? Power you’re gonna get, laughing boy.
Hotness
Running a car that operates at this elevated performance strata means heat. Lots
of it. The 911 Turbo body has a bunch of holes punched into the skin for dissipating
that heat. Up front are a pair of big nostrils flanking the low grill opening, these
to deliver cooling air to the front brakes. Slots in the wide-body hips feed more
air to the engine bay, while another pair of big slots are cut into each rear corner
to help evacuate engine heat. Back in the day, Porsche made a 911 Turbo with a huge
rear wing, edged with a broad black rubber blade. This device quickly became known
as the whale-tail, and despite appearances, its purpose was not to get the car airborne,
but to keep the thing stuck to the road. The whale-tail is missing from the current
car, replaced with a hydraulically actuated spoiler that can generate downforce
as velocities increase. But underneath all these air management wangdoodles, the
basic 911 form remains intact. Bulged, pumped and perforated, but still one of the
most evocative automotive shapes in the world.
So, for 125,000 clams, we have here a car that will look the most outrageous, expensive,
and exotic Italians straight in the eye and say “Bring it on!” It will send the
Ford GT back to Dearborn, it will slap the Mercedes SLR McLaren, and will stand
nose-to-nose with the 5-times-as-expensive Saleen S7. In fact, the only car that
will decisively show its brake lights to the 911 Turbo is a Bugatti Veyron – a $1.25
million Mephistopheles that you’ll probably never even see. (Let alone drive. Let
alone own.) The 911 Turbo you can own, and you can commute to work in it
everyday if you like. It’s an engineering masterwork, and for the money the Porsche
911 Turbo is simply unmatched.
GET IT:
…because zero-to-sixty in 3.3 seconds pretty much ends any pesky stoplight debates.
DON’T GET IT:
…if your manhood requires a red car with a prancing stallion logo.
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