It’s a manual Carrera S coupe, standard in every respect save its Irish Green paint, a few decals, its upholstery and instrument needles. Having spent some of the weekend driving it, I can report that it is indeed a lovely car, but no more or less so than any other similarly specified 911.
But its arrival will herald a slew of 911 stories in the media, many gazing back through those first million cars to find the very best, some of them even written by me. So I thought just to shake it up, I’d jot down what I thought were some of the very worst 911s I’ve driven. This has not been easy because I bow to no man in my admiration of the 911 breed as a whole, but even this most iconic of sports cars has not managed to make a million and survive over half a century without racking up a few duffers along the way.
The first is the 911T, a cut-price, powered down 911 introduced to replace the four-cylinder 912 in 1967. The 912 has an unfair reputation because it only had 90bhp and sounded like a Beetle, but people forget the engine was not merely smaller and therefore lighter, but that all the weight was lost exactly where it was needed: at the back of the engine bay. As a result, 912s are quite the best-balanced and sweetest handling of the very early 911s. But the ‘T’ had all the weight and its inconvenient distribution of other 911s, but without their power. Yes, with 110bhp it was stronger than the 912, but it was heavier too so in the real world, little faster and nothing like so nice to drive.