For the car enthusiasts out there who’ve gone through the following experience, I don’t have to tell you how strange it is.
You’re walking down the street, minding your own business, when a commercially successful, technically impressive electric car drives by.
Your normal knee-jerk instinct is to ignore it, maybe quietly scoff at it, mentally reminding yourself that despite all the hype, it still looks pretty generic and uninspired and those tires, perfectly efficient as they may be, are downright puny.
Sure, you know this car — and the well-to-do soccer mom driving it — will make a joke of you and your midlife-crisis ‘Vette/Camaro/suburban-approved BMW or Porsche in a head-to-head race. You know this… But normally, you still scoff.
Normally.
Today, however, something happens. Maybe the light hits it just right. Maybe the whir of the motors finally tingles that nerve that the car-nut idiot inside you swore would never be tingled by anything with fewer than eight cylinders.
Or maybe the car is a different brand than the mass-market success you usually dismiss. Maybe the brand is the very same brand that builds your piston-driven dream car.
Sometimes… Open-Mindedness Can Feel Like an Aneurysm
And then it happens. You say to yourself: Damn, that thing is sweet.
This happened to me the weekend before last when I was down in Bethany Beach, Delaware, for Fourth of July.
The Porsche Taycan Turbo that threw my brain for a loop wasn’t exactly news to me. I’ve written about it multiple times — the first time being over a year ago when Bill Gates decided it was good enough for his own collection.
The technical details are academic at this point, but still warrant mention.
According to testing done by Car and Driver magazine last January, it does 0-60 in 2.4 seconds and will do a quarter-mile in 10.5 seconds at 130 miles per hour.
Those figures match the $2 million, 1,001 horsepower Bugatti Veyron and the Ferrari 488.
It also beat the best of what the main competitor has to offer, Tesla’s flagship Model S, in its most aggressive configuration, by a few tenths of a tick and a few mph on the drag strip.
And perhaps most profoundly, the Taycan, a four-door family car, edged out its own brand’s pride and joy, the ultimate, twin-turbo-boosted version of the motor sport icon which made its Stuttgart-based builder famous in the first place: the 911.
So yeah, when I saw it, I had to give in. They had a point. It was an awesome machine that did its job with no compromises and looked good doing it.