New Cayman R takes to the mountains
One Balearic island, one new and lightweight Porsche, one very short night. What would you do?
Posted: 04 May 2011
I can't believe this. Gifted a hardcore Porsche and a mountain range, and I can't even find a decent bloody road to drive it on.
Grinding the point home is the overwhelming sense of potential in this newest Cayman. Ghosting through these orange-lit Mallorcan villages, the R potters with sublime ease, riding better than a standard Cayman S, despite being lowered a not-insignificant 20mm, failing to graunch over speed bumps, sucking lumps into the dampers like a tiny, perfect magic trick. On light throttle openings, the 330bhp 3.4 sounds, frankly, like it has a blowing exhaust, the familiar flat-six hoarseness akin to a dog coughing up an angora sweater, but on brief revels to three-quarters of the rev-range, the wail starts to build. Just as I have to slow for the next village. Frustration becomes a familiar - and infinitely bitter - taste in the back of my throat.