Porsche 911 992.1 Carrera 4S Review

First Drive In A 992

I’ve been extremely quiet on the gram recently. Not a bad thing, apart from suffering withdrawals from the lack of dopamine inducing notifications from the same 20 individuals (I love my fans), as we all need a social media hiatus now and then.

Now, just because I haven’t shown you many cars, outings or fit pics in the last few weeks doesn’t mean I’ve been a hermit. Quite the opposite. On top of a Cabin In The Woods Staycation a Lads On Tour Marseillecation, and a Copencation with Mumsey, it’s been a busy few weeks. It’s been prime carspotting weather, so my camera roll is stacked with plenty of middling quality clips of top tier cars primed to add some education and entertainment to your endless, mindless socials scrolling.

I’ve also made some moves on a new car. I visited a dealership with unbelievable array of rare and retro automobiles and came away knowing that, if a specialist check all goes swimmingly, I’ll be walking away with a 45 year old motor in a few weeks time! Desperately trying not to get ahead of myself…

More to your interest, Rishi and I also picked up this 992 C4S. This perfectly poised little beast surpassed all my expectations. Based on my usual preferences, I shouldn’t love it: a new, grey, relatively common car with black wheels and decals. None of these things reach my bucket list for a perfect car but when the day was over and I watched her pull away, I couldn’t help but feel a strange and guilty attachment to this brand new 911.

It could have been the raunchy red leather interior, the Sports Chrono clock winking at me from the dash, or the way those curves undulate in the rays of the Spring sun. Perhaps I’m addicted to the slingshot acceleration that took us to 60 in less than 3.5s.

The performance of the 992 is surely unmatched at its price point and usability. A laptop on wheels might reach 60 faster, and there are plenty track focussed two-seaters that will beat it round the track, but find me another whip that has me feeling like I’m melting into a La-Z-Boy in traffic but is stuck to tarmac like the sucker fish is to its glass tank at your local Chinese.

I’d liken the 992 to a high performing investment banker that mashes overtime thanks to his addiction to rolling up fivers in the office bog. He’s slightly robotic, he’s certainly not loveable, but you know he’s the colleague you can rely on to get the best job done every time, and he’s self aware enough to make you feel good about yourself every time you bump into each other at the canteen.

In summary, I like this car a lot more than I did at the start of the day, and even that short amount of time made it abundantly clear why it’s the been the best selling performance car for years on end.