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Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas ?
por BUFFA General Aladeen Dom Out 18, 2009 11:50 am
A Porsche escolheu Portugal para fazer a apresentação internacional do novo 911 Turbo
Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas?
A Porsche trouxe a Portugal 600 jornalistas de todo o Mundo para a apresentação da sua última maravilha: a 7ª geração do lendário Porsche 911 Turbo, a todos os que quiserem trocar entre 177 e 191 mil euros por um carro.
O novo Porsche 911 Turbo está dotado de um motor de 3.8 litros, com uma potência de 500 cv
A Porsche escolheu Portugal e a região de Lisboa, em particular, para fazer a apresentação internacional do novo Porsche 911 Turbo (nas versões coupé e cabriolet).
Dotado de um motor de 3.8 litros, com uma potência de 500 cv, este bólide impressiona pela condução segura e contida que proporciona. O Porsche 911 Turbo move-se 'à vontade' no trânsito urbano e citadino, em estradas mais sinuosas e, naturalmente, na autoestrada, onde pode soltar (quase) livremente os 500 cv do seu motor de seis cilindros turbocomprimido.
Em opção, a nova caixa semi-automática PDK pode ter as mudanças no volante
Este novo motor de injecção directa biturbo é uma simbiose perfeita de eficiência e desempenho, que se reflecte numa diminuição de 16% no consumo (11,5 litros/100 km) e de 17,8% nas emissões de CO2 (268 gramas/km), embora desenvolva mais 20 cv de potência do que o seu antecessor e mais 30 Nm de binário (700 Nm).
3.4 segundos para atingir aos 100 km/h
A pressão máxima do turbo também baixou para 0.8 bar, mas foram introduzidos, pela primeira, vez os sistemas PTV (Porsche Torque Vectoring) e VTG (Variable Turbine Geometry) num motor a gasolina.
Aliado a uma tracção PTM (Porsche Traction Management) às quatro rodas, este carro é capaz de acelerar dos 0 aos 100 km/h em apenas 3.4 segundos, e de alcançar uma velocidade máxima de 312 km/h, na versão Sport Chrono Package.
O segredo está na opção de uma nova caixa semi-automática PDK (Porsche Doppelkupplungsgetriebe), de sete velocidades - embora mantenha uma versão de caixa manual de seis velocidades.
Em opção, a nova caixa semi-automática PDK pode ter as mudanças no volante
Igualmente em opção, a colocação das mudanças no volante. O nível de equipamento Sport Chrono Package inclui, ainda, pontos de fixação dinâmicos do motor ao chassis, que reduzem consideravelmente as vibrações, tornando a condução mais confortável e precisa. Para mais, o Sport Plus Button activa a chamada "estratégia de circuito", optimizando as trocas de caixa.
Por fora quase nada mudou
Por fora, a sétima geração do Porsche 911 Turbo pouco mudou. Apenas trocou os farolins dianteiros de nevoeiro por LED de condução diurna (muito em voga actualmente nos modelos de topo de gama) e alargou significativamente as saídas de escape na traseira, que lhe conferem uma aparência mais poderosa e musculada.
As jantes são de 19 polegadas, com fixação central, idêntica aos sistemas usados em competição.
Por dentro, este modelo da Porsche vem dotado de bancos ventilados, particularmente apreciados em climas quentes ou numa situação de condução mais vigorosa. Os mais 'encalorados' poderão sempre optar pela versão cabriolet (entre 189.328 e 191.548 euros), com uma capota flexível que recolhe em 20 segundos.
A versão cabriolet dispõe de uma capota flexível que recolhe em 20 segundos
Percurso para jornalista apreciar
Os organizadores do evento, que reuniu cerca de 600 jornalistas de todo o Mundo, traçaram um percurso que começou no aeroporto da Portela, seguiu pela Segunda Circular e pelo IC17, até à entrada da A8; saindo depois para a Ericeira pela A21; e, depois, mais calmamente até às Azenhas do Mar, Praia das Maçãs e Cabo da Roca.
Depois de uma pausa e do conta-quilómetros reposto a zero, seguiu em direcção à Malveira da Serra, para fazer o célebre troço da Lagoa Azul e rumar em direcção ao Autódromo do Estoril, onde os jornalistas foram recebidos por pilotos-instrutores da Porsche para darem umas voltas ao circuito.
O novo Porsche 911 Turbo será colocado à venda, em Portugal, a partir do dia 21 de Novembro. A versão base do coupé por 177 598 euros e do cabrio, por 189 328 euros; enquanto os PDK mais musculados, têm preços de 179 968 euros (coupé) e 191 548 euros (cabrio), valores muito ao nível de um bom apartamento de três assoalhadas na região de Lisboa...
O novo Porsche 911 Turbo está dotado de um motor de 3.8 litros, com uma potência de 500 cv
A Porsche escolheu Portugal e a região de Lisboa, em particular, para fazer a apresentação internacional do novo Porsche 911 Turbo (nas versões coupé e cabriolet).
Dotado de um motor de 3.8 litros, com uma potência de 500 cv, este bólide impressiona pela condução segura e contida que proporciona. O Porsche 911 Turbo move-se 'à vontade' no trânsito urbano e citadino, em estradas mais sinuosas e, naturalmente, na autoestrada, onde pode soltar (quase) livremente os 500 cv do seu motor de seis cilindros turbocomprimido.
Em opção, a nova caixa semi-automática PDK pode ter as mudanças no volante
Este novo motor de injecção directa biturbo é uma simbiose perfeita de eficiência e desempenho, que se reflecte numa diminuição de 16% no consumo (11,5 litros/100 km) e de 17,8% nas emissões de CO2 (268 gramas/km), embora desenvolva mais 20 cv de potência do que o seu antecessor e mais 30 Nm de binário (700 Nm).
3.4 segundos para atingir aos 100 km/h
A pressão máxima do turbo também baixou para 0.8 bar, mas foram introduzidos, pela primeira, vez os sistemas PTV (Porsche Torque Vectoring) e VTG (Variable Turbine Geometry) num motor a gasolina.
Aliado a uma tracção PTM (Porsche Traction Management) às quatro rodas, este carro é capaz de acelerar dos 0 aos 100 km/h em apenas 3.4 segundos, e de alcançar uma velocidade máxima de 312 km/h, na versão Sport Chrono Package.
O segredo está na opção de uma nova caixa semi-automática PDK (Porsche Doppelkupplungsgetriebe), de sete velocidades - embora mantenha uma versão de caixa manual de seis velocidades.
Em opção, a nova caixa semi-automática PDK pode ter as mudanças no volante
Igualmente em opção, a colocação das mudanças no volante. O nível de equipamento Sport Chrono Package inclui, ainda, pontos de fixação dinâmicos do motor ao chassis, que reduzem consideravelmente as vibrações, tornando a condução mais confortável e precisa. Para mais, o Sport Plus Button activa a chamada "estratégia de circuito", optimizando as trocas de caixa.
Por fora quase nada mudou
Por fora, a sétima geração do Porsche 911 Turbo pouco mudou. Apenas trocou os farolins dianteiros de nevoeiro por LED de condução diurna (muito em voga actualmente nos modelos de topo de gama) e alargou significativamente as saídas de escape na traseira, que lhe conferem uma aparência mais poderosa e musculada.
As jantes são de 19 polegadas, com fixação central, idêntica aos sistemas usados em competição.
Por dentro, este modelo da Porsche vem dotado de bancos ventilados, particularmente apreciados em climas quentes ou numa situação de condução mais vigorosa. Os mais 'encalorados' poderão sempre optar pela versão cabriolet (entre 189.328 e 191.548 euros), com uma capota flexível que recolhe em 20 segundos.
A versão cabriolet dispõe de uma capota flexível que recolhe em 20 segundos
Percurso para jornalista apreciar
Os organizadores do evento, que reuniu cerca de 600 jornalistas de todo o Mundo, traçaram um percurso que começou no aeroporto da Portela, seguiu pela Segunda Circular e pelo IC17, até à entrada da A8; saindo depois para a Ericeira pela A21; e, depois, mais calmamente até às Azenhas do Mar, Praia das Maçãs e Cabo da Roca.
Depois de uma pausa e do conta-quilómetros reposto a zero, seguiu em direcção à Malveira da Serra, para fazer o célebre troço da Lagoa Azul e rumar em direcção ao Autódromo do Estoril, onde os jornalistas foram recebidos por pilotos-instrutores da Porsche para darem umas voltas ao circuito.
O novo Porsche 911 Turbo será colocado à venda, em Portugal, a partir do dia 21 de Novembro. A versão base do coupé por 177 598 euros e do cabrio, por 189 328 euros; enquanto os PDK mais musculados, têm preços de 179 968 euros (coupé) e 191 548 euros (cabrio), valores muito ao nível de um bom apartamento de três assoalhadas na região de Lisboa...
A versão cabriolet dispõe de uma capota flexível que recolhe em 20 segundos
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Re: Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas ?
por LJSMN Dom Out 18, 2009 2:38 pm
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Re: Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas ?
por Kllüx Dom Out 18, 2009 3:57 pm
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Re: Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas ?
por Terminator Seg Out 19, 2009 4:44 am
os mais bonitos do mercado??
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Re: Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas ?
por BUFFA General Aladeen Seg Out 19, 2009 8:20 am
eu cá kero .... este "póxe" .....
... ... pa dar umas voltinhas ka .... fúria toda .....
From The Sunday Times October 18, 2009
Porsche Panamera 4.8 V8 Turbo
As we know, walking is stupid. It is dirty, difficult, tiring and fraught with many dangers. You could have a heart attack, you could be struck by lightning, you could be run over or, and this happens a lot, you could be attacked by a cow.
Look at it this way. No motorist has ever had to be rescued by a helicopter, but from now till the spring we will be bombarded with an endless stream of news stories about walkists who’ve had to be snatched from the jaws of death by the RAF after they fell over or got lost in a cloud.
I understand, of course, that we need the ability to walk, so that we can get to the fridge. But the idea of “going for a walk” seems completely ridiculous. Because one of two things will happen. You will either end up back at home again — and what’s the point of going out in the first place if that’s your goal? — or you will be killed.
Some pooh-pooh this, saying that when you are walking in the British countryside you will see all sorts of animals and plants that you would not see if you simply stayed at home playing Call of Duty 4 on the PlayStation.
Really? The last time I looked, Britain was not even remotely like Botswana. There are no brown hyenas, for instance, in Welwyn Garden City. Nor are there lions in Scotland. As we know from Kate Humble’s charming Autumnwatch series on the BBC, you need to be extremely patient if you want to see anything at all. And even if you are extremely patient, all you’ll ever see is a field mouse. Or maybe a barnacle goose. These are dull. Indeed, the total number of interesting animals in Britain is none.
However, if you are in a car, things are very different. Last weekend, I woke on Sunday morning with a catastrophic hangover, which my wife said would be cured with some fresh air. I tried explaining that the air in the sitting room near the PlayStation machine was just as fresh as the air in the garden but she was having none of it.
So children were roused, horses were tacked and arrangements were made to meet with the friends we’d been drinking with the night before ... for a morning in the countryside.
Some were in the saddle, some were on foot and a girlfriend and I were in a Range Rover, trying not to be sick. “This is walking, isn’t it?” she said, as we bumped over the field and down a precipitous slope into a wood.
She was wrong. It was better than walking. The noise of the diesel V8 was startling all sorts of animals that would have remained hidden and unseen to the tiptoeing rambler. Deer shot out of every bush, badgers scampered out of their holes and, with eyes blinking, rushed off to alert their mates. Hares leapt, rabbits snouted and foxes looked on slyly, wondering if there was perhaps a baby in the back of the car they could eat.
This is the thing about wildlife. As beaters know, a pheasant will simply sit still when a man walks by. But if the man starts making a noise, it will take off. The same goes for everything. Present an animal with a bearded biped in a cagoule and it will remain in situ, holding its breath until the fool has gone away. Present it with a twin-turbocharged Range Rover and it’ll leap out of its burrow, or nest, or set, to reveal itself in what passes in Britain for full glory.
A blast of the horn roused, even managed to scare, a family of barn owls, and normally you’d need a night-vision lens, a night without sleep and several months in hospital recovering from hypothermia to see one of those. I love barn owls, and seeing a whole herd of them, during the day, from the leather-lined, air-conditioned comfort of a Range Rover was sensational.
Later, we met up with the riders, who looked terrified and drained, and the walkers, who were covered in mud. Neither group had seen a single thing of any interest. And, what’s more, their hangovers were still just as bad as ours.
This, then, is my message to the producers of Autumnwatch. Instead of showing us Kate Humble sitting still for two days in the hope we get to see a stoat, and finding geese with satellites and building elaborate traps to catch shrews, simply drive about as fast as possible in a wood and there’ll be such a blizzard of fur and feathers, the viewers will get coochy-coo overload.
This is the joy of the motor car. It has so many uses. A commuter device, a means whereby others can assess your wealth, a crow-scarer, a thrill machine, a beater, a tool, a thing of exquisite beauty, a stereo, an air-conditioned respite from the sun and shelter in the rain. It is something you can love, cherish, abuse, polish and, if you are Stephen Ireland, that Manchester City player with the blinged-up Bentley, ruin.
And this brings me on to the Porsche Panacea, which sits in the mix like an apple core on a birthday cake. It seems to have no purpose at all.
I understand, of course, why Porsche chose to build a four-door saloon. It’s the same reason Lamborghini started work on such a thing, and Aston Martin too. These are small companies and it makes economic sense to squeeze as many models as possible from every component. You have the engine. You have the chassis. And you have a lot of people who won’t buy anything you make because they want four doors.
The trouble is, while Lamborghini and Aston Martin clearly employ talented stylists to ensure an elongated, widened four-seat variation on a two-seater theme does not end up looking like a supermodel who’s gone to fat, Porsche plainly gave the job to a janitor.
I actually wonder sometimes whether Porsche employs a stylist at all. Plainly, it had some bloke back in the Thirties, when Hitler created the ancestor of the 911, and it had someone else in the Seventies and Eighties, when it was making the wondrous 928 (the 944 wasn’t bad either), but today, God knows who’s in charge. Someone who, I suspect, has never been to art school.
The original design for the Boxster was exquisite but then someone obviously said: “Instead of making this, why don’t we make the actual car we sell look like that pushmi-pullyu thing from Doctor Dolittle?”
Then there’s the Gayman, which is simply hideous, and don’t even get me started on the Cayenne. No, do get me started. What were they thinking of? I understand the reasoning behind that 911-style nose, but did no one stop and think: “Hang on. Putting a 911’s face on the front of a truck is the same as putting Keira Knightley’s phizog on the front of Brian Blessed. The end result is going to look absurd”? And it does.
The Cayenne is one of the few cars that look better when a footballer has added 39in wheels, spoilers and wings. Because the bling detracts from the hopeless starting point.
The Panamera, though, is worse. People have tried to be kind, saying that it’s challenging and that it’s unusual. But the simple fact of the matter is this: it’s as ugly as an inside-out monkey. It’s dreadful. Part Austin Maxi, it looks like someone with no talent at all was trying to describe what they wanted to a blind person, over the phone.
I tried one on a recent trip to Romania and I thought it was a very good car. But that’s like saying Ann Widdecombe has a heart of gold. It’s possibly true but it’s completely irrelevant. You still wouldn’t.
Engine 4806cc, V8
Power 500bhp @ 6000rpm
Torque 516 lb ft @ 2250rpm
Transmission Seven-speed auto
Fuel 23.2mpg (combined)
C02 286g/km
Acceleration 0-62mph: 4.2sec
Top speed 188mph
Price £95,298 .... Este preço pró Ronaldo são ....peanuts !!!!
Road tax band M (£405 a year)
Look at it this way. No motorist has ever had to be rescued by a helicopter, but from now till the spring we will be bombarded with an endless stream of news stories about walkists who’ve had to be snatched from the jaws of death by the RAF after they fell over or got lost in a cloud.
I understand, of course, that we need the ability to walk, so that we can get to the fridge. But the idea of “going for a walk” seems completely ridiculous. Because one of two things will happen. You will either end up back at home again — and what’s the point of going out in the first place if that’s your goal? — or you will be killed.
Some pooh-pooh this, saying that when you are walking in the British countryside you will see all sorts of animals and plants that you would not see if you simply stayed at home playing Call of Duty 4 on the PlayStation.
Really? The last time I looked, Britain was not even remotely like Botswana. There are no brown hyenas, for instance, in Welwyn Garden City. Nor are there lions in Scotland. As we know from Kate Humble’s charming Autumnwatch series on the BBC, you need to be extremely patient if you want to see anything at all. And even if you are extremely patient, all you’ll ever see is a field mouse. Or maybe a barnacle goose. These are dull. Indeed, the total number of interesting animals in Britain is none.
However, if you are in a car, things are very different. Last weekend, I woke on Sunday morning with a catastrophic hangover, which my wife said would be cured with some fresh air. I tried explaining that the air in the sitting room near the PlayStation machine was just as fresh as the air in the garden but she was having none of it.
So children were roused, horses were tacked and arrangements were made to meet with the friends we’d been drinking with the night before ... for a morning in the countryside.
Some were in the saddle, some were on foot and a girlfriend and I were in a Range Rover, trying not to be sick. “This is walking, isn’t it?” she said, as we bumped over the field and down a precipitous slope into a wood.
She was wrong. It was better than walking. The noise of the diesel V8 was startling all sorts of animals that would have remained hidden and unseen to the tiptoeing rambler. Deer shot out of every bush, badgers scampered out of their holes and, with eyes blinking, rushed off to alert their mates. Hares leapt, rabbits snouted and foxes looked on slyly, wondering if there was perhaps a baby in the back of the car they could eat.
This is the thing about wildlife. As beaters know, a pheasant will simply sit still when a man walks by. But if the man starts making a noise, it will take off. The same goes for everything. Present an animal with a bearded biped in a cagoule and it will remain in situ, holding its breath until the fool has gone away. Present it with a twin-turbocharged Range Rover and it’ll leap out of its burrow, or nest, or set, to reveal itself in what passes in Britain for full glory.
A blast of the horn roused, even managed to scare, a family of barn owls, and normally you’d need a night-vision lens, a night without sleep and several months in hospital recovering from hypothermia to see one of those. I love barn owls, and seeing a whole herd of them, during the day, from the leather-lined, air-conditioned comfort of a Range Rover was sensational.
Later, we met up with the riders, who looked terrified and drained, and the walkers, who were covered in mud. Neither group had seen a single thing of any interest. And, what’s more, their hangovers were still just as bad as ours.
This, then, is my message to the producers of Autumnwatch. Instead of showing us Kate Humble sitting still for two days in the hope we get to see a stoat, and finding geese with satellites and building elaborate traps to catch shrews, simply drive about as fast as possible in a wood and there’ll be such a blizzard of fur and feathers, the viewers will get coochy-coo overload.
This is the joy of the motor car. It has so many uses. A commuter device, a means whereby others can assess your wealth, a crow-scarer, a thrill machine, a beater, a tool, a thing of exquisite beauty, a stereo, an air-conditioned respite from the sun and shelter in the rain. It is something you can love, cherish, abuse, polish and, if you are Stephen Ireland, that Manchester City player with the blinged-up Bentley, ruin.
And this brings me on to the Porsche Panacea, which sits in the mix like an apple core on a birthday cake. It seems to have no purpose at all.
I understand, of course, why Porsche chose to build a four-door saloon. It’s the same reason Lamborghini started work on such a thing, and Aston Martin too. These are small companies and it makes economic sense to squeeze as many models as possible from every component. You have the engine. You have the chassis. And you have a lot of people who won’t buy anything you make because they want four doors.
The trouble is, while Lamborghini and Aston Martin clearly employ talented stylists to ensure an elongated, widened four-seat variation on a two-seater theme does not end up looking like a supermodel who’s gone to fat, Porsche plainly gave the job to a janitor.
I actually wonder sometimes whether Porsche employs a stylist at all. Plainly, it had some bloke back in the Thirties, when Hitler created the ancestor of the 911, and it had someone else in the Seventies and Eighties, when it was making the wondrous 928 (the 944 wasn’t bad either), but today, God knows who’s in charge. Someone who, I suspect, has never been to art school.
The original design for the Boxster was exquisite but then someone obviously said: “Instead of making this, why don’t we make the actual car we sell look like that pushmi-pullyu thing from Doctor Dolittle?”
Then there’s the Gayman, which is simply hideous, and don’t even get me started on the Cayenne. No, do get me started. What were they thinking of? I understand the reasoning behind that 911-style nose, but did no one stop and think: “Hang on. Putting a 911’s face on the front of a truck is the same as putting Keira Knightley’s phizog on the front of Brian Blessed. The end result is going to look absurd”? And it does.
The Cayenne is one of the few cars that look better when a footballer has added 39in wheels, spoilers and wings. Because the bling detracts from the hopeless starting point.
The Panamera, though, is worse. People have tried to be kind, saying that it’s challenging and that it’s unusual. But the simple fact of the matter is this: it’s as ugly as an inside-out monkey. It’s dreadful. Part Austin Maxi, it looks like someone with no talent at all was trying to describe what they wanted to a blind person, over the phone.
I tried one on a recent trip to Romania and I thought it was a very good car. But that’s like saying Ann Widdecombe has a heart of gold. It’s possibly true but it’s completely irrelevant. You still wouldn’t.
Engine 4806cc, V8
Power 500bhp @ 6000rpm
Torque 516 lb ft @ 2250rpm
Transmission Seven-speed auto
Fuel 23.2mpg (combined)
C02 286g/km
Acceleration 0-62mph: 4.2sec
Top speed 188mph
Price £95,298 .... Este preço pró Ronaldo são ....peanuts !!!!
Road tax band M (£405 a year)
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/driving/jeremy_clarkson/article6877864.ece
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Re: Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas ?
por Terminator Seg Out 19, 2009 5:30 pm
BUFFA escreveu:
eu cá kero .... este "póxe" .....
ai podiamos escolher um de 4 portas??
entao kero este!!
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Re: Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas ?
por Terminator Seg Out 19, 2009 7:20 pm
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Re: Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas ?
por RONALDO ALMEIDA Ter Out 20, 2009 12:12 am
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/driving/jeremy_clarkson/article6877864.ece[/quote[/url]]BUFFA escreveu:
eu cá kero .... este "póxe" .....
... pa dar umas voltinhas ka .... fúria toda .....
From The Sunday Times October 18, 2009
Porsche Panamera 4.8 V8 TurboAs we know, walking is stupid. It is dirty, difficult, tiring and fraught with many dangers. You could have a heart attack, you could be struck by lightning, you could be run over or, and this happens a lot, you could be attacked by a cow.
Look at it this way. No motorist has ever had to be rescued by a helicopter, but from now till the spring we will be bombarded with an endless stream of news stories about walkists who’ve had to be snatched from the jaws of death by the RAF after they fell over or got lost in a cloud.
I understand, of course, that we need the ability to walk, so that we can get to the fridge. But the idea of “going for a walk” seems completely ridiculous. Because one of two things will happen. You will either end up back at home again — and what’s the point of going out in the first place if that’s your goal? — or you will be killed.
Some pooh-pooh this, saying that when you are walking in the British countryside you will see all sorts of animals and plants that you would not see if you simply stayed at home playing Call of Duty 4 on the PlayStation.
Really? The last time I looked, Britain was not even remotely like Botswana. There are no brown hyenas, for instance, in Welwyn Garden City. Nor are there lions in Scotland. As we know from Kate Humble’s charming Autumnwatch series on the BBC, you need to be extremely patient if you want to see anything at all. And even if you are extremely patient, all you’ll ever see is a field mouse. Or maybe a barnacle goose. These are dull. Indeed, the total number of interesting animals in Britain is none.
However, if you are in a car, things are very different. Last weekend, I woke on Sunday morning with a catastrophic hangover, which my wife said would be cured with some fresh air. I tried explaining that the air in the sitting room near the PlayStation machine was just as fresh as the air in the garden but she was having none of it.
So children were roused, horses were tacked and arrangements were made to meet with the friends we’d been drinking with the night before ... for a morning in the countryside.
Some were in the saddle, some were on foot and a girlfriend and I were in a Range Rover, trying not to be sick. “This is walking, isn’t it?” she said, as we bumped over the field and down a precipitous slope into a wood.
She was wrong. It was better than walking. The noise of the diesel V8 was startling all sorts of animals that would have remained hidden and unseen to the tiptoeing rambler. Deer shot out of every bush, badgers scampered out of their holes and, with eyes blinking, rushed off to alert their mates. Hares leapt, rabbits snouted and foxes looked on slyly, wondering if there was perhaps a baby in the back of the car they could eat.
This is the thing about wildlife. As beaters know, a pheasant will simply sit still when a man walks by. But if the man starts making a noise, it will take off. The same goes for everything. Present an animal with a bearded biped in a cagoule and it will remain in situ, holding its breath until the fool has gone away. Present it with a twin-turbocharged Range Rover and it’ll leap out of its burrow, or nest, or set, to reveal itself in what passes in Britain for full glory.
A blast of the horn roused, even managed to scare, a family of barn owls, and normally you’d need a night-vision lens, a night without sleep and several months in hospital recovering from hypothermia to see one of those. I love barn owls, and seeing a whole herd of them, during the day, from the leather-lined, air-conditioned comfort of a Range Rover was sensational.
Later, we met up with the riders, who looked terrified and drained, and the walkers, who were covered in mud. Neither group had seen a single thing of any interest. And, what’s more, their hangovers were still just as bad as ours.
This, then, is my message to the producers of Autumnwatch. Instead of showing us Kate Humble sitting still for two days in the hope we get to see a stoat, and finding geese with satellites and building elaborate traps to catch shrews, simply drive about as fast as possible in a wood and there’ll be such a blizzard of fur and feathers, the viewers will get coochy-coo overload.
This is the joy of the motor car. It has so many uses. A commuter device, a means whereby others can assess your wealth, a crow-scarer, a thrill machine, a beater, a tool, a thing of exquisite beauty, a stereo, an air-conditioned respite from the sun and shelter in the rain. It is something you can love, cherish, abuse, polish and, if you are Stephen Ireland, that Manchester City player with the blinged-up Bentley, ruin.
And this brings me on to the Porsche Panacea, which sits in the mix like an apple core on a birthday cake. It seems to have no purpose at all.
I understand, of course, why Porsche chose to build a four-door saloon. It’s the same reason Lamborghini started work on such a thing, and Aston Martin too. These are small companies and it makes economic sense to squeeze as many models as possible from every component. You have the engine. You have the chassis. And you have a lot of people who won’t buy anything you make because they want four doors.
The trouble is, while Lamborghini and Aston Martin clearly employ talented stylists to ensure an elongated, widened four-seat variation on a two-seater theme does not end up looking like a supermodel who’s gone to fat, Porsche plainly gave the job to a janitor.
I actually wonder sometimes whether Porsche employs a stylist at all. Plainly, it had some bloke back in the Thirties, when Hitler created the ancestor of the 911, and it had someone else in the Seventies and Eighties, when it was making the wondrous 928 (the 944 wasn’t bad either), but today, God knows who’s in charge. Someone who, I suspect, has never been to art school.
The original design for the Boxster was exquisite but then someone obviously said: “Instead of making this, why don’t we make the actual car we sell look like that pushmi-pullyu thing from Doctor Dolittle?”
Then there’s the Gayman, which is simply hideous, and don’t even get me started on the Cayenne. No, do get me started. What were they thinking of? I understand the reasoning behind that 911-style nose, but did no one stop and think: “Hang on. Putting a 911’s face on the front of a truck is the same as putting Keira Knightley’s phizog on the front of Brian Blessed. The end result is going to look absurd”? And it does.
The Cayenne is one of the few cars that look better when a footballer has added 39in wheels, spoilers and wings. Because the bling detracts from the hopeless starting point.
The Panamera, though, is worse. People have tried to be kind, saying that it’s challenging and that it’s unusual. But the simple fact of the matter is this: it’s as ugly as an inside-out monkey. It’s dreadful. Part Austin Maxi, it looks like someone with no talent at all was trying to describe what they wanted to a blind person, over the phone.
I tried one on a recent trip to Romania and I thought it was a very good car. But that’s like saying Ann Widdecombe has a heart of gold. It’s possibly true but it’s completely irrelevant. You still wouldn’t.
Engine 4806cc, V8
Power 500bhp @ 6000rpm
Torque 516 lb ft @ 2250rpm
Transmission Seven-speed auto
Fuel 23.2mpg (combined)
C02 286g/km
Acceleration 0-62mph: 4.2sec
Top speed 188mph
Price £95,298 .... Este preço pró Ronaldo são ....peanuts !!!!
Road tax band M (£405 a year)
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Posso comprar um PORSCHE DESSES a cada 6 dias. Mas ja tenho 6 carros. E nao e carro que me anime. Temos aqui o PORSCHE CLUB OF ORLANDO!!! tENHO VARIOS AMIGOS QUE TEEM PORSCHES. Mas para kim, agora, sao carros de FAMILIA que me interessam!!
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por RONALDO ALMEIDA Ter Out 20, 2009 12:14 am
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The Florida Crown Region (FCR) of the Porsche Club of America (PCA) is one of 139 Regions and 13 Zones in the US and one of 8 Regions in Florida. The Florida Crown Region of Zone 12 includes the northeast and central areas of Florida, north of Orlando and west to Lake City.
FCR includes the following Florida counties: Alachua, Baker, Bradford, Clay, Columbia, Dixie, Duval, Flagler, Gilchrist, Hamilton, Lafayette, Levy, Marion, Nassau, Putnam, St. Johns, Sumter, Suwannee, Union. The center of FCR activities is in Jacksonville (Duval County) Florida.
The Florida Crown Region currently has 447 active members (As of October 2009).
Florida Crown Region Board meetings are held on the first Wednesday of each month at various locations. See the EVENTS section for specific locations and dates. All club members are invited and urged to attend the Board meetings and to become involved in some of the leadership positions of the club.
Your FCR Club is a very active group with various activities throughout the month. We hold scheduled Dinner Socials on the second Tuesday night of each month at various venues around the city and in other local towns. You are invited to attend all of these fun filled evenings to talk PORSCHE, meet new people, participate in our monthly prizes and more. Check the EVENTS section of the web site for current happenings.
We also hold monthly Drive & Dines (D & D) events to various interesting places within a few hours drive of Jacksonville each month. It's really fun to have 20, 30, or more Porsche's cruising down the road together to an interesting location. Again, check the EVENTS section for current and future D & D events.
Your FCR Club provides Driver Education (DE's) courses and PCA Club Racing throughout the year. Test your driving proficiency at a DE and then work your way into the ranks of the club racers. DE's and Club Races are held at several different venues within a few hours drive of Jacksonville. Again, check the DRIVER EDUCATION and CLUB RACING sections of the web site.
This is your club. It's time for you to get involved and start having some real fun with your PORSCHE and to meet new friends. Come join us!
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To order your name tags, please contact Bryan Croft at Holmes Stamp & Sign Company, bryan@holmesstamp.com. Your Florida Crown Region (FCR) PCA magnetic name tag is ($9.00). Their phone number is 904-396-2291 or 1-888-465-6373. Please order and wear your name tags to all of our FCR events.
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Re: Quer um Porsche 911 Turbo ou um apartamento de 3 assoalhadas ?
por BUFFA General Aladeen Ter Out 20, 2009 12:59 am
O LAGOSTAS escreveu:
Posso comprar um PORSCHE DESSES a cada 6 dias. Mas ja tenho 6 carros. E nao e carro que me anime. Temos aqui o PORSCHE CLUB OF ORLANDO!!! tENHO VARIOS AMIGOS QUE TEEM PORSCHES. Mas para kim, agora, sao carros de FAMILIA que me interessam!!
eu compro um "pórche" ... dia sim, dia não.
E nos "intervais", ..... entremeio com um "aston martin".
Nós os milionários não dispensamos carros desportivos nas vastíssimas colecções de carros antigos e modernos que fazemos, só para nos distrairmos um bocado.....
"A partir de um certo ponto, o dinheiro deixa de ser o objectivo.
O interessante é o jogo."
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O interessante é o jogo."
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