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Thursday, May 19, 2011
If the coming of winter, which is too long and Porsche stupid enough to give you the last week in his wonderful 2011 porsche 911 Turbo S can be understood if the first thought is "Road Trip!
That I do not want to, anyway, and I'm in it. After all, if the company teases you with the intoxicating lure of world-class sports cars, which brings 530 hp to the road, you need to find a way to enjoy it, you have to use it properly. And what better way than to pack a bag, take your best friend, and head for the hills? Or better yet, in the mountains.
I'm so happy at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, the mighty, where there are plenty of great driving roads almost believe, would be in anticipation of a modern sports car intended for life. You have a long straight road back to the place where you can wind out of the car to ensure its proper functioning is billed as? We got it. Would you like hills, sweeping turns and narrow, winding processes? Check.
This is really a shame the wealth driving: The most difficult is deciding which roads to use! After much discussion we decided to take a trip (well, it's 911!) To Golden, BC, it was ok to drive there in big loops, which we held in Radium Hot Springs. As it turned out, it was almost perfect run for the abundance of such a car.
What a car! My attempts to light blue in Ice Blue Metallic, a beautiful, which was once my favorite color for the 911 instead of silver going to the Turbo I drove last summer ended. Black leather interior with full Titania do, and it was cozy and stylish.
Under the hood back in the rear-engine Porsche's legendary icon filled 3.8-liter six-cylinder engine has a flat, expect all the modern things could be (such as gasoline direct injection and VarioCam Plus variable valve timing and lift), sweetened by the fiscal variable geometry turbocharger twin.
530 hp and 516 Nm of torque is completely ridiculous, but get used to it quickly and present in about five minutes, not used to it. Power comes on smoothly at first, and then the turbo kick with a hiss and you're pressed against the seat than solid rockets fell, the flattening of the smile on his face to the back of your throat.
You can not use it everywhere, of course, but where, it is very funny.
Our route took us west of Calgary, Alberta, Canada along the Trans Highway, smooth four-wide (minimum) strip of asphalt with a maximum speed of 110 km / h (68 km / h). This range covers almost the Turbo S at all, and we sailed along at minimum speed - with a lot of movement to accompany us - in the mountains rose before us, what happened to the asphalt-related moments of happiness.
