THE emotional left side of the brain is fire and flames for the benefits of progress. The logical right side of the brain, however, is not entirely convinced. For a start, some of the noises the new Porsche makes are irritatingly different. The way it unravels grunt and urge is notably less spectacular, too.
Iíd give this car four out of five stars, personally. I love it for its looks, its capability, its supreme dynamics and its street cred. By bolting in some turbos, Porsche has also made the base 911 work over a wider range than before.
But I almost think itís too sensible for a 911, and its ride and composure on rough roads leave a little to be desired.
Older 911s were raucous, howling tools demanding an almost digital driving style: boot it, brake hard, knock it down one or two gears, grab it by the scruff and turn in, easy on the throttle toward the apex, then full berries all over again.
The GT3 is still sort of like this.
Itís wild but still a figure skater of sorts, a little loose but yet, when it matters, still a modicum of control and stability.
In contrast, this new turbo-fed Carrera prefers corners of a wider radius, its bitumen to be more billiard smooth, and wants for a more balanced tempo. Donít get me wrong, this is a wonderful car in its own right. You may still play silly chump when you must, or want to, but this is a 911 for grown-ups.
By that I mean it still serves up speed in satisfying dollops and offers a precise and progressive drive Ė an intuitive interaction between input and response. Itís not only quicker than the 991 and more frugal, but itís more rewarding to drive if you prefer fluidity, style and tactility to brashness, mongrel and bravado.
Especially when compared to the last-of-line 991 911 GTS, the new turbocharged Carrera S is less of a hardcore sportscar and more of a wiry grand tourer. Ė GK