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Let’s get this out of the way. The 2012 Porsche 911 Carrera S crushes miles. It crushes miles on grand tours, it crushes them on B-roads, it even crushes them on boring commutes.
From the moment you turn the key — Porsche thankfully forgoes the start button frippery — to the raucous score of the unmistakable boxer 6 engine rabble (the cylinders are horizontally opposed), the 911 intoxicates you with its emphatic perfection.
Like Michaelangelo’s David, the 2012 Porsche 911 is the apogee of automotive genius, art and precision. Though the 2012 911 is 80% new including a controversial 4″ extension in wheelbase length and electronic steering, the car (do we call it a car or is it simply, the 911?) leaving virtually nothing to be desired. Everything, and we mean everything, is all about the driver. From the seatback height, to the clairvoyant PDK transmission, right down to the RPM gauge, Stuttgart has predicted nearly every move you’ll ever want to make. This is a vehicular checkmate.
Take away the tired old jokes of the typical 911 driver (one German super car seeking mid-level Proctor & Gamble manager) and you quickly come to learn that the 911 rises above itself — a soaring car that drowns what faults it may have by delivering ear to ear grins that would make the Joker himself jealous. Day after day. Drive after drive.
If anything, you’ll be left with two head scratchers. How can a car have been created that’s so absolutely dead-simple to drive at, well, a deadly pace? And two, what will it take before I can afford the keys to my very own.
