Hello everyone,
In January of this year, I bought my (obtainable) dream car: a 2002 Porsche 911 (996) Carrera 4S 3.6 with manual transmission. I had idolised this car for ten years. And yet six months later, I sold it, and have no regrets.
Briefly, I'm going to try and summarise the reality of owning a car like this in the UK - not the most car friendly of countries - earning a good but not outrageous salary. It's a longish post, but I reasoned that there might be a few people out there contemplating Porsche ownership: it's the closest that an average Joe can get to owning a genuine supercar.
First of all, the bad:
There was a thread a while back on "unpopular car opinions" where someone said that, unless you attend track days regularly, there is absolutely no point in getting a car with sporty suspension. Having owned such a car for six months, I have to agree. On all but pristine asphalt, the ride was unbearable. On particularly bad roads, the entire car would bounce around like a jumping bean and become dangerously unstable. This was surprising and a little heartbreaking to me, given that the Porsche 911 was supposed to be the ultimate practical sports car. I think the UK's terrible roads may ultimately have defeated it.
On a decent road, this thing is viciously fast. A lot of people think that a Porsche 911 is basically just a VW Golf that's been sexed up to look like a Ferrari. It's actually the other way around. This thing is a supercar masquerading as a runaround.
Mechanically, it was absolutely fine. Nothing went wrong for the six months and approximately 6,000 miles that it was mine. For a car nearing 100,000 miles on the odometer, that's quite a feat of engineering.
This car made some of the best noises I have ever heard. Early 996s were criticized for their muted, whispery exhaust note. The 3.6 C4S has gone so far in the other direction that Porsche have put a butterfly valve in there so you can avoid deafening your neighbours. All the time, I would see pedestrians looking round to see what in the hell was coming up behind them.
The engine was not quite flawless. It fell asleep below 2,000rpm and then had quite jerky power peaks at 3,500 and 5,500 rpm. I'm interested to see if subsequent 911s smoothed this out or improved bottom end grunt.
Porsche's famously long, tall gearing takes some getting used to. 3rd gear is good for 25mph and also good for 80mph. You can tackle long sections of corners without needing to change, which I guess is probably the intention.
Jealousy is a major problem with this car. People want to race you, regardless of what they driving. I mean, things like Transit vans and ten year old Jeep Cherokees want to race. Not only that, but people are dicks when it comes to being overtaken. On not just one but two separate occasions I had cars move across to try and force me off the road. Basically, try and kill me, whether they thought about it that way or not. Because I had an expensive car, and they didn't.
The possibility that I might kill myself in this thing is ultimately what made me part company with it. I was driving it too fast. I was overtaking in risky places. I was getting into races with fellow idiots. When you pay your own way, as I do, it's sometimes difficult to admit when you've made a mistake. And one day, I realised that I had.
I needed a new car right away, so I bought my dad's old E46 BMW 318i with 130,000 miles on the odo for £750. One twentieth of what I paid for the Porsche. And you know what? It's a great car. Practical, fun, economical and it soaks up the real world much better than the exquisitely highly-strung Porsche.
One day, I might feel the urge to buy another expensive car. But at the moment, it's worth noting that I really don't care for another. I rode that ride. I scratched that itch. I worked out, without losing too much money or face, that it just wasn't for me. And I have no regrets.
In January of this year, I bought my (obtainable) dream car: a 2002 Porsche 911 (996) Carrera 4S 3.6 with manual transmission. I had idolised this car for ten years. And yet six months later, I sold it, and have no regrets.
Briefly, I'm going to try and summarise the reality of owning a car like this in the UK - not the most car friendly of countries - earning a good but not outrageous salary. It's a longish post, but I reasoned that there might be a few people out there contemplating Porsche ownership: it's the closest that an average Joe can get to owning a genuine supercar.
First of all, the bad:
There was a thread a while back on "unpopular car opinions" where someone said that, unless you attend track days regularly, there is absolutely no point in getting a car with sporty suspension. Having owned such a car for six months, I have to agree. On all but pristine asphalt, the ride was unbearable. On particularly bad roads, the entire car would bounce around like a jumping bean and become dangerously unstable. This was surprising and a little heartbreaking to me, given that the Porsche 911 was supposed to be the ultimate practical sports car. I think the UK's terrible roads may ultimately have defeated it.
On a decent road, this thing is viciously fast. A lot of people think that a Porsche 911 is basically just a VW Golf that's been sexed up to look like a Ferrari. It's actually the other way around. This thing is a supercar masquerading as a runaround.
Mechanically, it was absolutely fine. Nothing went wrong for the six months and approximately 6,000 miles that it was mine. For a car nearing 100,000 miles on the odometer, that's quite a feat of engineering.
This car made some of the best noises I have ever heard. Early 996s were criticized for their muted, whispery exhaust note. The 3.6 C4S has gone so far in the other direction that Porsche have put a butterfly valve in there so you can avoid deafening your neighbours. All the time, I would see pedestrians looking round to see what in the hell was coming up behind them.
The engine was not quite flawless. It fell asleep below 2,000rpm and then had quite jerky power peaks at 3,500 and 5,500 rpm. I'm interested to see if subsequent 911s smoothed this out or improved bottom end grunt.
Porsche's famously long, tall gearing takes some getting used to. 3rd gear is good for 25mph and also good for 80mph. You can tackle long sections of corners without needing to change, which I guess is probably the intention.
Jealousy is a major problem with this car. People want to race you, regardless of what they driving. I mean, things like Transit vans and ten year old Jeep Cherokees want to race. Not only that, but people are dicks when it comes to being overtaken. On not just one but two separate occasions I had cars move across to try and force me off the road. Basically, try and kill me, whether they thought about it that way or not. Because I had an expensive car, and they didn't.
The possibility that I might kill myself in this thing is ultimately what made me part company with it. I was driving it too fast. I was overtaking in risky places. I was getting into races with fellow idiots. When you pay your own way, as I do, it's sometimes difficult to admit when you've made a mistake. And one day, I realised that I had.
I needed a new car right away, so I bought my dad's old E46 BMW 318i with 130,000 miles on the odo for £750. One twentieth of what I paid for the Porsche. And you know what? It's a great car. Practical, fun, economical and it soaks up the real world much better than the exquisitely highly-strung Porsche.
One day, I might feel the urge to buy another expensive car. But at the moment, it's worth noting that I really don't care for another. I rode that ride. I scratched that itch. I worked out, without losing too much money or face, that it just wasn't for me. And I have no regrets.