Baptism of fire [and ice]

What if I told you there was a place in Japan where your wildest fantasies could be brought to life? Not that one. I’m talking about the one where the car in your garage looks as good as a 250 Testa R

The persistent (and ultimately unfounded) rumours that cabriolets would be banned in the USA in the aftermath of Ralph Nader’s landmark 1965 book Unsafe at Any Speed crops up in the story of virtually

Peter Strain R umours that Porsche is developing ...

Never has being physically assaulted from multiple angles felt like such fun. My eyeballs are caked in dirt, both eardrums are definitely perforated and my nut satchel is crushed tighter than Mr T’s h

Clutch fully out in first gear is just a smidge too fast, so I’m being forced to balance it on the biting point and my left thigh is, frankly, burning like a bastard. All I have to do is drive slowly

‘THE FIRST FAT, HEAVY DROPS FALL LAZILY FROM the sky and drum on the roof of the Porsche like dried peas on a biscuit tin; clearly, there’s no sound deadening behind the roof lining.’ Not my words but