Cayman S versus the road of 3,000 curves
It's one of TG mag's greatest adventures: we headed to the badlands of Mexico in a Porsche...
Posted: 04 Oct 2013
We are out of the city, past the checkpoint marking the edge of civilisation. A TG Top Travelling Tip: want to be sure no one has planted drugs on your car? Roll up at a puesto de control militar in an unregistered Cayman S. The guards will generously tear every panel and trim section apart to ascertain your car is clean. For free.
There is no one here now, no drug lords, no police, just us and the odd long-horned cow and donkey chilling by the side of the road. We dive down rocky river valleys, strewn with wildflowers and cactii. If the Porsche engineers had a road in mind when they set up the Cayman, surely it was this one. Smooth, even bends open out into quarter-mile straights before another delicious complex of corners, all with finer rhythm than anything Hermann Tilke has committed to tarmac. The Cayman clings hard to the immaculate surface, firing out of corners with a flat-six yowl. All is well, and we laugh at that mad talk of narcotráficos.