You see, there are two types of petrolhead.
You've got idiots like this who like the Porsche 911
then you have people like me, who'd rather have anthrax than a 911,
'cause I'm a Ferrari person.
But when you actually owned a Ferrari, you couldn't leave it on the street,
go out for dinner, 'cause you spent the whole meal worrying about
who was bumping it or carving their name into its precious paintwork.
I once left the roof off. It was so full of phlegm, you could've swum home.
Exactly! Therefore, it spent its entire life cowering at home in your garage
and when you were eventually brave enough to use it,
the battery was flat. It was hopeless!
Yes, I know, but a Ferrari with a flat battery is an aesthetic thing.
-You can enjoy looking at it. -Yes, but it's not moving!
That's why I love the 911, because you can use it every day to go to places.
It's a car!
And now, there's a new turbo version, which we asked him to drive
in the hope he'd see the light.
This is the biggest 911 Turbo they've ever made,
but it's still no longer than a Toyota Prius,
no wider than a 3-Series BMW.
And unlike a normal supercar, it doesn't have Marilyn Monroe hips,
so it doesn't get stuck in multi-storey car parks.
What's more, it's not like threading through traffic in a post-box.
In a Ferrari, you can't really see where buses are,
so you can't carve them up, but in this, you can!
In a Ferrari, you'd be forever worried about graunching the nose on a speed hump.
But not in the 911.
And it doesn't even harm the sky very much, either.
It may have a flat six, twin turbo engine,
but it only produces 300 carbon dioxides.
That's 100 less than you get from the back of a Ferrari 430.
If you drive this car through a really polluted city, Los Angeles,
Calcutta, Harrogate, something like that,
the gas coming out of the exhaust pipes is less toxic
than the air going into the engine.
And I'm not joking. That's true.
This, then, is like a small, efficient, easy-to-use vacuum cleaner.
They should've called it the Porsche Dyson.
And it'll suck up your luggage too,
because, unlike any other supercar, its boot is easily big enough
for your weekly shop.
There is the peach and peacock,
the cornerstone of any Porsche driver's Sunday lunch.
And there's still room left over for the ice cream,
made from the bones of your defeated squash opponent.
And you can use this car on the school run,
because it has back seats.
I mean, obviously, you'd have to have fairly thin children,
but then you would have,
because you've got a Porsche 911, so, you'd have a thin wife.
I will concede, then, that there's no everyday situation
that flummoxes a 911 Turbo.
And, so, because you can use it every day,
its battery won't be flat when the moment is right...
and you fancy a drive.
The new 911 Turbo has special, variable veined turbo chargers
that always work, whatever the revs.
You can even buy a special over-boost facility
which, for brief moments, can deliver 500 torques.
That gives it a very... muscly feel.
And it's got a special new 4-wheel drive system
that doesn't allow any form of under or oversteer.
You just get so much grip that your eyes start to hurt.
It's like being in a capsule of speed.
So, when the sun goes down, you can really get cracking.
Okay, let's engage the stability management program
and put it in sport mode.
That's changed things a bit.
Now, every time I turn the steering wheel,
it feels like I'm drawing a line through the laws of physics.
This is not driving. This is pure maths.
So, how does it compare to my beloved Ferrari?
Well, it has a smaller engine,
but because of the scram jet turbo chargers,
it produces 480 break horsepower,
exactly what you get from the 430.
But then, this is lighter than the Ferrari,
thanks to aluminium doors which weigh just 11 kilogrammes each.
It's also £20,000 less expensive.
Sure, it isn't as exciting as the Ferrari. It's more about engineering than passion.
But I will admit the end results are astonishing.
Let me give you some performance figures, nought to 60, 3.9 seconds.
Top speed, near as makes no difference, 200 miles an hour.
This is my favourite, okay? 40 to 60 in second gear...
one second! One!
It's amazing, because it's not just more usable than a Ferrari, more practical,
but I think out here, in the real world, with crests and dips
and bumps and blind brows, I think it's faster as well.
I really do.