While the clubbers stumbled home and before the hipsters’ first cup of coffee had touched their lips, we slinked through the North Lanes in Brighton with Toby and his 911.
Tom and I love an underdog. We feel like lots of the cars we see don’t get enough credit for either their design innovation or place in history. The 911 is a different story. It’s a car that’s almost universally loved - holding its own - no manufacturer can compete with its little genre. With the title of “the everyday supercar” it really seems like the ultimate lifestyle choice.
This 911 is an ‘86 Carrera, the naturally aspirated 3.2L flat six with the G50 gearbox, so prancing around Brighton seemed like the perfect chance to see what’s what. The question here is simply; to get on the hype train, or not.
“I’ll never forget when I first took the keys after I’d bought it off my father. I thought ‘shit I’m about to drive from Basingstoke to Brighton in a car I’ve just loved for so many years, do I need to pinch myself? I started it up and all the noise came from behind me, there was no bonnet to be seen. It was just really weird."
After snaking through Brighton’s flurry of morning delivery drivers and tired commuters, we managed to break onto the seafront for a blast of that timeless flat six. What. A. Surge. It’s not a car that snaps at you, it’s a progressive confident thrust in the base of your spine. Okay so we’re not talking mega power numbers here (231 bhp). It’s daily useable power that can make you grin at any moment - torque that’s always available - pin your foot at any point in the rev range and it will shoot forward.