Porsche 911 Carrera S: The Perfect Convertible

A 911 Carrera S draws the line between lust and love.

- Anand Mohan

I don't have a single friend who grew up lusting after a Porsche. Heck even I spent most of my childhood lusting after the Ferraris and Lamborghinis adorning my bedroom walls. Back then we dreamt of something flashy. loud and exotic. A 959 with a whale tail did make the occasional appearance but to our adolescent minds, Porches weren't cars to lust after; their doors didn't scissor up into the sky, their lines weren't sharp enough to cut your fingers on, their curves delicious enough to give rise to the phrase car porn.

Now that I've driven many Porches, I only want a Porsche. Nothing wrong with a Ferrari or Lamborghini, mind you, but a Porsche is something you can drive as its maker intended, even on our roads. Over the past two years I have come to learn that a Porsche warms up to you, it doesn't shock you but it charms you. A Porsche draws the line between lust and love.

The first time I drove this white 911 Carrera S convertible, it was a graveyard shift. We drove out of Pune at about three in the morning to catch the 911 on the outskirts of Mumbai, to maximise every single hour we had with the car, It had rained the night before and the highway was damp in patches, wer in a few and dry on the other side of Lonavala. In the first hour of driving the 911, I got to experience it over different road conditions and nothing made a difference to the confidence the 911 inspired in me. I cam back declaring the Carrera S convertible to be perfoect. It's everything I would ever want in a sportscar; everything I'd ever want in a convertible (I'd like a louder exhaust but that's easily fixed).