Top Gear drives Singer's mighty Porsche 911
Another classic trip from 20 years of TG mag: the Porschest 911 ever in California
Posted: 25 Oct 2013
We cruise for a little while and then park up on the side of a canyon road. I poke and prod and find that the minutiae really make your eyes water. Attention to detail that verges on high-functioning autism. Every nut, bolt and screw thread is plated. Every bracket, hinge, mount and clasp is renewed, milled from raw ingot or water-jetted into a more gratifying shape. Every panel gap is a regulation 4mm. There's a Becker Mexico - the legendary hi-fi - in the dash. Satnav, iPods and other modern-day necessities are plumbed into the back of a bulkhead milled from a single piece of alloy. The dials are just so. The gold badges on the rear deck? Twenty-four carat. The titanium/ceramic-coated exhaust an implicit nod to potential. The bullet mirrors, the radius on the arches, the three-piece forged aluminium 17-inch Fuchs-esque wheels with tall tyres - all perfect. Modernity wrought in a thick veneer of warming retro.
Up ahead, I spy some twisty roads. Rob looks at me. I look at Rob. He knows. It feels as if I'm about to take a precious daughter out for the evening, and I've just turned up on a rusty motorbike and sporting facial tattoos. "Go. Have fun. Tell me what you think."