THE TURBO PINNACLE?
From where I’m sitting right now, it can’t get much better for an exuberant 911 fanatic. Suitably nestled into the carbon-backed bucket seats inside a 997 Turbo S, perched high above the Yorkshire Dales, I’m on what appears to be the very zenith of a beautiful, sweeping valley overlooking the sleepy village of Hawes. My vantage point offers a breathtaking view.
However, I might add there’s only Ali Cusick between me and a tantalising drop down – yet the unflappable photographer is continuing to beckon the car forwards. Unperturbed, I allow the 997 to crawl inch by inch over the uneven grassy terrain towards Ali, as my trust in the esteemed photographer battles with nerves heightened by no longer being able to see the floor in front of the 911’s headlights. Yet, as Ali finally signals for me to stop the car and kill the engine, I marvel at how the Turbo S has accomplished this potentially tricky task at low speed so admirably. There were no engine jolts and no
