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The mother of all Giuliettas, and the car which launched a thousand ships.
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1970 Porsche 911 RSR Tribute: Pure And Simple
If I still had my 74 911s this would be the inspiration for another project. A wonderful looking and sounding car. My 911 had a 2.7RS spec motor, sat a little lower than standard and was an absolute joy to drive. A 911 could never been described as a ‘sleeper’, but when the opportunity arose, mine never disappointed. Thanks for the memories.
Many moons ago, in Marin County, I ran a 1959 Mercedes 220S Ponton Coupe (black over parchment), and when I took it for service at my local foreign car shop, there was a black 911S in the garage. I proceeded to bad-mouth Porsches, noting that the engine was in the wrong place, the balance was all off, you had to angle your feet towards the center, and worst of all, it had the same swing-axle suspension as every Volkswagen Beetle and every Mercedes from 1955 to 1972, which has a deserved reputation as a system that produces snap oversteer when you lift off (ask me how I know). My mechanic listened patiently to this diatribe and then asked me, “Have you ever been in a Porsche in anger?” When I admitted I had not, he said, “Come with me.” We strapped in to the 911, and he proceeded to take us through the roads around Nicasio Reservoir at such a furious rate that my eyes could not process what was coming at me. He was very good. As we rolled back into the shop, he turned it off, and we just sat there for about a minute as it ticked and flexed. He didn’t say anything, and I really couldn’t find any words that would adequately describe what I’d just experienced.
