ROBERT COUCHER

distinctly remember my first Porsche 911 Turbo experience. It was in the late 1970s, when most cars were pretty humdrum. Whatever, I wasn’t interested in cars because, as a teenager, I was madly fixated with ’. Motorcycles were so much faster, more exciting and dangerous. My father’s classic cars, consisting of Bentleys, 356 Porsches and a couple of old Lancias, were pretty unexciting and felt lumbering in comparison to my Yamaha RD50. OK, it only managed 60mph flat on the tank but through traffic