There’s a point in every model’s range where everything basically stops making sense. A bit like life, possibly. And for the 911 I think this is it.
Who actually buys a Porsche 911 Turbo Cabriolet?
Nobody wants to travel at 195mph with the roof down, or accelerate to 62mph in 3.5sec while being pelted with insect shrapnel.
If you wish to indulge in such hooliganism you’ll need the roof up (and thus will be able to enjoy truly terrible visibility all round), and if you wish to swan about at demure speeds impressing everybody you’ll need nothing more than the (pretty excellent) Carrera Cabrio, which is £42k cheaper than the Turbo.
Porsche 911 Turbo Cabriolet: a quick review
That the 911 Turbo is dynamically pristine and engineered to oxygen-mask levels should be in no doubt.
A swift run-through of its merits and charms reads like a What’s What? of automotive lustiness.
The flat-six engine bags itself a brace of turbos, and uses them to explode 513bhp of ordnance under all four wheels, the seven-speed PDK gearbox understands your needs like a twin brother, and Porsche’s deft diff keeps as much drama to the rear as it possibly can before ushering some drive frontwards.
The Porsche 911 Turbo Cabriolet and driver involvement
Even the unloved steering feels more chatty than usual, though that’s partly a product of the rather forensic work-over your palms are getting courtesy of slightly hindered body rigidity and ride quality that turns every pothole into breaking news.
Also, to anyone who’s witnessed the theatre of the 911 Targa’s folding hardtop the Cabrio’s old-school canvas roof has the artistic merit of the 1980s (from when its technology seemingly dates).
And if you’re going to shell £129k on a posemobile, well, that really matters. An odd conundrum, then. An absolutely brilliant car that nobody can conceivably want.