APPETITE FOR INDUCTION
The final models of the classic-era Porsche 911 fit into the stereotypical image of the go-go 1980s as perfectly as red braces, Filofaxes and Babycham. It’s an enduring image of the greed-is-good age, the lipstick-red or midnight-black widowmaker with the tea-tray on the decklid, prowling through London’s financial district, racing through the Limehouse Link and obliterating the office juniors’ GTIs as if they were mere plankton to the Stuttgart sharks.
And it wasn’t all synth-pop and bubblegum beats of course, the late-’80s had a razor-sharp metallic edge. Cast your mind back to December 1988, if you’re so able. Over in Los Angeles, Guns N’ Roses were riding the hedonistic wave of the release of , their multi-faceted bitesize follow-up to the smash hit LP, while back in the UK something (almost) equally rock ‘n’ roll was happening: the first owner of
