Interesting first drive report here with the Porsche 911 Carrera S.
Most automotive travel writing is long, dull, and full of babbling prose aimed at tying what the writer ate and saw to what they drove. Was the Porsche 911 Carrera S that I drove in any way like the New Zealand osso bucco I ate in Carmel? Both were too rich for my taste, but otherwise, not really.
After logging 1404 miles up and down California with my wife over the course of a week, I found a lot of things I liked, I found a few things that irked me, and I had a lot of deep thoughts. Rather than bore you with an 8,000-word chronological narrative, I’ve broken the trip down into a few key experiences.
If you don’t want to read all of that, here’s a summary: A wedding. Highway 33. Big Sur. Highway 1. The Golden Gate Bridge. Mulholland Drive. John Steinbeck. Highway 154. The 101. Aziz Ansari. A quarry. The Goodyear Blimp. 1,404 miles. And last but not least, one of the greatest sports cars on the planet.