We’ve already blogged about Porsche 993 values and their steady upward climb, but when InMotionMedia’s latest edit dropped, our ponderings were confirmed… The 964 is THE Porsche to own.
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What it is: 2011 911 Turbo Cabriolet
Where you can get it: Imperial Car Supermarkets, Southampton
What it’ll cost you: £60,000
You’re never too old for diecast cars. You can call them toys, or models, or collectibles, or a hobby, but either way – we still think they’re awesome. We always sneak a cheeky look at the Hotwheels or Matchbox cars in supermarkets or whilst out and about, so here’s some of the cars we’ve purchased recently:
Hotwheels Porsche 911 GT2 (993)
I’ve always been more of a fan of the standard cars, not so much the GT Porsches, but the detail on this little GT2 is really quite remarkable. The spoiler itself isn’t a plastic afterthought, but a metal moulding, and the louvres in the rear deck and details on the bonnet are all top quality. It’s amazing to see how good 1/64 scale models are these days, and Hotwheels really do lead the way.
Hotwheels Honda Civic DOHC VTEC
I try to limit myself to just one purchase per shop… But in this case I was just so torn between the Civic and the Porsche that I found myself at the cash till with two Hotwheels, breaking my own rule. Anyway, who cares when they look this good? The Civic is an excellent little diecast model, the detail is fantastic and the ride height is just spot on. The JDM modified look really suits the Civic in any guise, and this has instantly become one of the favourites in my growing collection of diecast vehicles.
Not an Audi, as mentioned previously.
The evening started pleasantly enough, we took the TT over to Stourport, ambled around, ate chips, strolled by the river. Standard stuff. Luckily my passenger enjoyed the heavy use of the loud pedal so the journey back was spritely…
At a set of traffic lights on the journey home, there it was…
The road stretched ahead of us as we sat and watched vehicles join us from the left, waiting our turn to continue onward. Sneaking through the lights at the last moment, we saw it. The lights went green for us and naturally we gave chase. The TT caught up and the four rings of the Audi badge almost kissed the Turbo insignia below the spoiler of the 2007 911. Dark blue, with dark wheels, we both floored it up the hill to the roundabout; he took the right hand lane and us the left, cheekily accelerating around him on the outside as we joined the dual carriageway. We hadn’t intended to overtake, we’d expected him to turn right towards the motorway, but at the last moment he snuck in behind us, following us down the dual carriageway.
With the TT now ahead, the 911’s headlights filled the rear view mirror – he must have been a hairs breadth from our license plate. We politely moved into the left hand lane, as if some imaginary race steward was frantically waving a blue flag in our direction. The Porsche pulled alongside to overtake and at that moment the planets aligned.
The traffic lights ahead turned red.
Both cars rolled to a stop, staring at a full half mile of uphill, empty dual carriageway.
Pulse racing from the TT’s cheeky, unintentional overtaking manouvre at the roundabout; I hit the switch and lowered the electric window. Everything happened in slow motion. I looked over at the Porsche driver with the biggest grin on my face, and he looked back at me, beaming in agreement. There was no malice between us, no aggression, no disrespect – just a love for the vehicles in which we sat and a joyful acknowledgement of the situation that was unfolding.
We both knew what was about to happen.
We both knew it was ON.
The lights went Orange, and then Green…
The 911 paused for a slit second and I let the clutch out as fast as I dare whilst nailing the throttle – the TT launched, all four wheels clamouring for grip as we bounced off the rev limiter through first and second… The noise from both vehicles was incredible.
We hadn’t made it to third gear before the Porsche rocketed past us.
The roar of the boxer engine and the wail of its turbo filled the TT as the Porsche bellowed up the hill. With the TT still going through the gears at pace the Porsche was gone, at unbelievable velocity the taillights disappeared up the hill and across the roundabout. Despite our best efforts to use the cornering abilities of the TT, by the time we’d crossed the roundabout and hit the second straight of the dual carriageway the Porsche was long gone.
The 225bhp of the TT was no match for the 400bhp produced by the Porsche’s mighty 3.6 litre unit. It wasn’t a massacre, we put up a fight, but the TT was shown its place in the pecking order, given a good solid trouncing by its German cousin.
The TT was still accelerating in fifth gear when my thoughts turned to last weeks ‘Your dream Porsche is an Audi blog’. I turned to my passenger, (who hadn’t read the blog) laughed to myself, and explained the irony of the situation.
Everything had changed in less than a minute.
Your dream Porsche is an Audi until a Porsche comes along and reminds you that your dream Porsche is still a Porsche, for reasons that facts, figures and finance can’t explain.
Motoring is about passion, it’s an insatiable desire, its about design, engineering, and that little extra something… you can’t quantify the experience of nights like tonight, there is no star rating system to dictate how much a car will make your pulse race.
I’ve loved the TT, I’m seriously considering selling the Mondeo and jumping into Audi land.
But one day, sometime in future… it HAS to be a 911.
Written by Joe in June 2013
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