The Porsche 911 is an odd duck. Here we have one of history's great sports cars, a strong-selling, fast, good-looking machine that reeks of sex and history.
It is a marker of success: "Timmy bought a Porsche! He must have gotten that banking job." High resale value makes it a good investment. It is also a technological triumph — despite their capability, Porsches are almost always reliable, long-lived things. And yet the model has always been something of an acquired taste.
There are a handful of reasons for this. At the moment, the 911 is the only mass-produced, rear-engined car sold in America. The subsequent rear weight bias has traditionally made the car difficult to drive at the limit and slightly unstable at high speed. Cane a 911 on the autobahn and you'll notice the steering going light and the nose wandering — Dancing! Flitting about the highway! Manly stuff! — above 160 mph. Porsche people find this charming. Detractors think it's obnoxious and anachronistic.
Porsche engineers being German, they simply saw this as a problem to be solved. The first 911 rolled off the line in the mid-1960s. Careful evolution has seen the car grow ever more docile and controllable, and yet faster. The Germans — again, being German — were apparently not satisfied, and so we now have the 2012 Porsche 911.
>The new 911 shares basic proportions — but no significant parts — with its predecessor. It is longer, wider, faster, and more fuel-efficient than the car that came before it.
All that stuff we just mentioned? Let's just call it fixed.
Hold on. Fixed isn't the right word. More like blown to oblivion.





