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After Four Decades of Porsches: My All-Time Top 5 911 Icons Forty years. That’s how long I’ve been behind the wheel of a Porsche 911, a career that spans half a dozen generations of this iconic machine. I still remember my very first encounter with the legend: a crisp white 3.0-liter Carrera, purist-approved with black Fuchs alloys, no rear wing, no power steering, and a tight five-speed manual. It was fast, thrilling, and fundamentally flawed, a car I initially questioned until I drove it back-to-back with a contemporaneous Porsche 944 Turbo. Back in my native Australia, they were priced almost identically. The 944 was objectively superior in every quantifiable way—more power, more torque, faster through any road course. Yet, despite the cold hard data, I fell in love. I wrote at the time: “After two days and 600 miles, I’m certain. I know the 944 Turbo is the better car. But I also know that if it came to the crunch, that if it were me agonizing over how to spend my money, I’d take the 911 Carrera home.” It wasn’t a simple decision. “The 944 Turbo is so competent, it can make a bad driver look good,” I admitted, acknowledging its “soaring, searing performance” and “astounding ability” of the chassis. But the 911 pulled at a different chord. “The gloriously imperfect 911 Carrera is a sports car of a different age and reflects different values. It’s not tailored to meet the needs of most drivers. It demands understanding and respect. That’s why I’d take it home.” Since then, I’ve piloted dozens of 911 variants. With the exception of the 964, a model in the early 1990s that suggested the 911 concept might be nearing its end, I’ve marveled at Porsche’s relentless refinement of its icon. The 911 has remained both relevant and exhilarating. Four decades later, it is still one of the few new cars I would genuinely spend my own money on. From the raw brutality of the earliest Turbos to the razor-sharp precision of modern GT racers, these are the five Porsche 911 models that have etched themselves deepest into my memory. The 1975 Porsche 930 Turbo: A Widowmaker’s Thrill When the original Porsche 911 Turbo—known internally as the 930—hit the market, the automotive press treated it with a mixture of awe and trepidation. Veteran road testers described it as a car that demanded the utmost respect when pushed, a machine where the binary boost states made the traditional 911 tightrope act between corner-entry understeer and corner-exit oversteer a nerve-wracking task requiring swift reflexes and significant nerve. The 911 Turbo tolerated no sloppiness and forgave no mistakes. Many whispered it was a widowmaker. It took me 35 years to finally get behind the wheel of an original 930 and understand what they meant. The specific model I tested was one of the first 30 production Turbos ever built, now a prized piece of Porsche’s classic collection. Knowing its fearsome reputation, I started cautiously, feathering the throttle, tracking the boost pressure, and mapping the power delivery mentally. The engine was remarkably tractable at low revs, happy to rumble along at 2,000 rpm in top gear, cruising at 45 mph. But once the engine crossed 3,500 rpm, the turbocharger engaged, feeding 0.8 bar of pressure into the intake. The bone-jarring kick in the back I expected never materialized. I soon learned the key to driving the original 930 smoothly and quickly was to keep the 3.0-liter flat-six screaming at 4,000 rpm or higher, ensuring the turbocharger stayed energized. Yes, there is turbo lag—dramatic lag by today’s standards—but it is manageable. Even at over 50 years old, this 911 is ferociously fast on the road. First gear blasts to 50 mph, second to 90 mph, and third to nearly 130 mph, meaning you can destroy tight mountain roads using just second and third gears. Despite having only 256 hp, it weighs just 2,513 pounds, making it nimble in corners. A half-century ago, this performance was simply otherworldly. The 1996 Porsche 993 Turbo: The Air-Cooled Zenith For Porsche purists, this is the last of a glorious line, the final expression of the air-cooled 911. This is the 911 you grip with the shifter in your hand and the snarling, metallic clatter of an air-cooled flat-six filling your ears. But back in 1994, when I first experienced it, the 993 felt like the 911 of the future, the first model to challenge the established laws of physics. The front end still required precise loading for corner entry and the rear occasionally danced on rough pavement, but the synergy between front and rear was dramatically improved. The 993 still did all the things that made a 911 special, but with a significantly larger safety net. The centerpiece of this transformation was a groundbreaking rear suspension that replaced the classic semi-trailing arms with a new multilink setup. This innovation allowed for microscopic initial toe-out on turn-in, followed by progressive toe-in as lateral forces increased, all while drastically reducing the camber change that had plagued 911s since their debut in 1963. Combined with a steering rack that was 16% quicker (2.5 turns lock-to-lock) and a new six-speed manual transmission, the 993 felt razor-sharp. The 3.6-liter engine offered higher revs, reaching 268 hp at 6,100 rpm, thanks to lighter internal components, the Bosch Motronic 2.0 engine management system, and a revised dual-exhaust setup. Compared to its predecessor, the 964, the 993 was a revelation. It wasn’t just the engineering, spearheaded by Ulrich Bez (later the head of Aston Martin). The exterior redesign, led by design chief Harm Lagaay, corrected the visual imbalance of the 964, a car Lagaay found too tall at the front and too low at the rear. The interior was tidier, too, with fewer misplaced buttons. The 933 was a Porsche 911 that was faster, more forgiving, and, most importantly, far more desirable than ever before. The 1996 Porsche 996: The Unsung Savior At the time of its launch, it was pure heresy. Porsche’s decision to install a water-cooled flat-six in the tail of the 996-series 911 was, to the traditionalists, the automotive equivalent of Bob Dylan trading his acoustic guitar for a Fender Stratocaster at the 1965 Newport Folk Festival. But the 996, the first clean-sheet redesign of Porsche’s indefatigable sports car in 34 years, was a hero car to me. This was the 911 that saved Porsche from financial ruin. Engineered and developed under the watchful eye of Porsche R&D chief Horst Marchart, the 996 was a masterstroke of corporate strategy. Critically, it shared 38 percent of its parts with the brand-new, lower-cost mid-engine roadster the world would come to know as the Boxster. In a display of iconic brilliance, Porsche boss Wendelin Weideking recognized the need for the Boxster to give dealers something to sell when the aging 928 and 968 models were discontinued. “We did two cars for the price of one-and-a-half,” design boss Lagaay quipped after the company unveiled the 996. While the media fixated on its relationship with the Boxster and the radical water-cooled engine change, the 996’s true significance ran much deeper. In 1994, building a 993-series 911 took Porsche approximately 130 hours; the 996 took just 60 hours. The modern 911 had arrived: more spacious, equipped with all the creature comforts expected of a late-20th-century sports car, yet unmistakably identifiable as the 911. Most importantly, it still drove like a 911. Only better. It possessed a new veneer of sophistication, but the 996 retained the delicious tactility and urgent response that defined the 911 experience. Along with the original Boxster, it pulled Porsche back from the brink. The 2017 Porsche 911 Carrera (991.2): The People’s Champion Of all the 911s I’ve ever driven, it was a base model 991.2 Carrera that truly captured my heart. Judging by the feedback I received