For Porschephiles, “there is no substitute” is an easy phrase to fall back on. All anyone else needs to do is pick a generation of 911 they're drawn to, go for a drive, and they'll soon be turned from Zuffenhausen agnostic to zealous true believer.
Growing up in the 1990s, despite being attracted to the aesthetic of the period's European sports cars (chiefly the Lotus Esprit and Ferrari F355), I was a Porsche sceptic. Could the 911 really be as good as everyone suggested? Well,
