original guvnor said:
Beedub said:
It's not a roofless GT3. Far from it. It's a mildy warmed up Boxster S or a Cayman R with a leaky roof and 10 less BHP.
incredible car. first hand experience with both and let me tell you, its awesome, that shitty roof which LOOKS awesome in the flesh and very bespoke cuts weight to 1275 kg!!! very impressive.
heres a snipet of eves review.. these will appreciate big time one day.
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So here’s the question. Can a leaner, meaner, re-prioritised Boxster weave enough magic to extinguish the Ferrari dream? I’ve got the Porsche Spyder from my house in Whitstable to Beachy Head Road, winding through the undulating downs above Eastbourne, to form an initial impression, but the mouthwatering prospect of a lighter, harder Boxster (a sort of GT3 RS version) is going to give objectivity a hard time.
Few car makers know more about sucking weight out of a car than Porsche, and the Spyder weighs a useful 80 kilos less than the Boxster S at the kerb. In fact, at 1275kg, it’s currently the lightest car Porsche makes. Ditching the electric roof for the rudimentary fully detachable hood called ‘the Cap’ sounds like madness but the new carbon-framed weather-repelling arrangements weigh a paltry 11kg all told. The aluminium doors and long rear deck save another 18kg and the carbon-backed bucket seats 12kg. The new ten-spoke rims are the lightest 19-inchers Porsche makes, and the shallower side windows weigh less than the standard items as well. The rear boot’s gone for a burton, limiting the amount of weight that can be added. Stuff can still be stowed in a small well just behind the engine, but you have to lift the entire rear deck to get at it, and with the detached hood occupying the space there’s no room for anything else.
Things look a little more familiar inside. And perplexing. The red fabric door pulls, untrimmed body-colour transmission tunnel and the absence of the cowl for the instrument clusters scream ‘obsessive weight-paring detail’ but on the other hand you get a decent sound system, air-con, cup holders and door pockets. In addition, our test car has the heavier leather Sports seats, a £2049 option. Which rather makes a nonsense of the door pulls, which are actually a right old faff to use too.
No matter. Sitting 20mm closer to the ground, the Spyder driver’s ‘office’ is as comfortable, ergonomically sussed and well made as the regular Boxster’s, with superb support from the seats. The driving position is millimetre-perfect, too, not just in relation to the major controls but to the windscreen, which is lower and further away than in, say, a 911 Cabrio, the better to deflect air over the occupants’ heads, while the cluster of overlapping major dials (with that big, central rev-counter) couldn’t be better placed.
With a light clutch and a beautifully precise and well-oiled gearchange, the Spyder is as untaxing to drive as any other Boxster. But the available urge, massaged by the extra 10bhp and the substantial weight loss, feels more charismatically 911-like than ever, the weight reduction amplifying mid-range torque and the baleful engine note at full chat (especially with the Sport button engaged), encouraging a red-line rendezvous at every shift.
Although lacking the almost organic feel of a 911’s, the Spyder’s steering marries good detail feedback with a well-judged amount of kickback; not a tugging at the rim so much as a gentle modulation, a sympathetic writhing. Shorter, stiffer springs, firmer dampers and new front and rear anti-roll bars, in conjunction with the 20mm drop in ride height, give the chassis a sharper, more alert response to steering inputs and a more hunkered-down stance on the road. The reduction in the mass of the roof means that the Spyder’s centre of gravity is actually 25mm lower than in the Boxster S. Body motions are brilliantly controlled, traction is almost scarily good and it’s a combination that inspires immense confidence within a few miles of getting behind the wheel.
By the time I reach Beachy Head and Henry Catchpole with the Ferrari, the Boxster Spyder has put in a captivating performance – effortlessly rapid, stunningly secure and, yeah, touched by a definite GT3 vibe. But, straight away, it’s obvious there are areas in which the car from Maranello flattens the Zuffenhausen upstart – not just in terms of extra power and a more evocative soundtrack, but harder to define stuff, too. The Ferrari has an aura. In isolation, the Boxster Spyder (a familiar shape with interesting distortions) probably turns as many heads. When inhabiting the same space-time as the Ferrari, though, the charisma shortfall is painfully obvious.
It isn’t even as if the 360 Spider is seriously wrong-footed by the Boxster as a practical proposition. All right, eyes closed, it gives every impression of being a road-going race car. Even at idle, this car’s tweaked exhaust note is loud enough to wake the dead; at full chat it might melt the circuits of the decibel meters used at most noise-sensitive tracks. Its two-seater cabin is lean and functional, with drilled pedals and passenger foot-brace and uncompromisingly firm bucket seats. And although there is a boot in the nose, it isn’t a notably big one.