
Porsche's roll out of a new 911 is as predictable as the thunderstorms that rumble across Germany every summer. First come the Carrera 2 coupes and cabriolets, followed by the all-wheel-drive Carrera 4s. A Targa rolls in next, and then the gale-force Turbo and whirlwinds of the ferocious GTs complete the perfect storm whipped up each time Porsche reinvents its iconic sports car.
Porsche revealed its thoroughly transformed 911 Carrera 2s earlier this year, and we had no compunction about calling them the best 911s yet. Unfortunately, wet roads and pervasive squadrons of radar-wielding polizei blew away our chance to enjoy the full force of the two more powerful boxer sixes, the refined chassis, and the new twin-clutch automatic gearbox.

The C2 affair may have been less than electrifying, but all is forgotten now that we've driven the new Carrera 4 -- as a 911 should be driven, on a test track and on dry, winding back roads devoid of speed traps. At the end of a most excellent day spent behind the wheel of a 385-hp C4S Coupe, our synapses crackled as though we'd been straddling a lightning bolt. So visceral was our reaction to the car's unfettered capabilities that a series of fast laps at the Michelin proving grounds left us as giddy as if we'd been sucking on a bottle of pure ozone. (Kids, don't try this at home.)

Visually distinguished from the C2 by its 1.73-in.-wider rear fenders, retro-look rear reflector strip (framed by moderno LED taillamps), and blackout tail trim, the C4 differs underneath by the electronically controlled AWD system first offered in the 911 Turbo and by a pair of underfloor NACA ducts for improved rear-brake cooling. The many other refinements are identical to those steps recently taken along the Carrera's well-trodden path toward perfection, which means it's damn near impossible, again, to single out just one element of the C4 to describe how disdainfully it shrugs off all challenges to its powerful poise. It's equally tough to describe how only 385 hp from six cylinders can be such a kick-in-the-corpuscles hoot, or how the car's power-to-weight-to-comfort ratios are equally suited to comfortable cruising or backroad romps.




