Porsche 2-litre 911 ~ 1964-1964
The huge steering wheel with its thin rim, you donât so much grip as cradle it in your palms. Its 400mm diameterwooden rim gives the whole experience a loosely nautical feel, helped no doubt by the vagueness of the steering. You swing the wheel rhythmically from side to side to correct for the carâs distinct wandering tendencies.
But thatâs part of the appeal and itâs an absolute hoot driving this old 911. And drive is the operative word here. This is a car that really demands the driverâs input.
Seeing a bend coming up, you slow down (but not too much), aim the prominent front wings (which will be familiar to anyone with a pre-1996 911) at the start of the curve, lean yourself and the colossal steering wheel into the bend and accelerate smartly as the car follows through. Get it right and itâs an immensely satisfying experience; the dainty 165mm-wide tyres struggling to maintain their relationship with the Tarmac. Get it wrong and, at best, you have to wrestle with the wheel to coax the car through the bend. At worst â as some of the first 911 owners found out to their expense â the weight of that flat-six behind the back wheels will pirouette the car gracefully into the kerb.
To be fair, though, youâd have to pushing it some to lose control on a dry road. To drivers used to the cart-sprung suspension that was typical in cars of the early 1960s, the surefooted â if rather challenging â handling of this independently sprung 911 must have been a revelation.
And back in those days, good handling wasnât at the expense of ride. The tyres are what can only be called high-profile, and no doubt contribute some way to the carâs almost limousine-like comfort. The tyres and torsion-bar suspension just soak up the bumps on these country roads in a way that would be the envy of todayâs sports car chassis engineers.
This is not a fast car by todayâs standards. Back in 1965, however, it was considered quite nippy. Claimed performance figures showed a 0-60mph time of 8.5 seconds and a top speed of 131mph. Not bad from a mere two litres. You do, though, have to keep the revs up (max power hits at a heady 6100rpm) otherwise the engine feels positively gutless.
Keeping within what is obviously a narrow power band forces you to master that somewhat vague type-901 gearbox. Itâs a dogleg layout (which was de rigueur for serious sports cars) with first gear back and to the left. Which in itself is fine, but the other ratios are positioned rather too close to each other and itâs embarrassingly easy to select the wrong gear. Second and reverse, in particular, are worryingly intimate with each other. On the plus side, five forward gears â all with synchromesh â would have been quite a novelty in 1965.
What you donât get, however, is that trademark 911 wail at high revs. That didnât come along until the larger 2.2-litre engine with revised intake and exhaust manifolding arrived in 1970. Shame â without it the 911 experience seems incomplete. To be frank, the engine note is quite unremarkable.
What is undeniably 911 is the dash, with its trademark five dials. The tachometer is in the centre, of course, while the speedometer reads up to an optimistic 150mph. The oil level, oil pressure, oil temperature and fuel gauges are just where any air-cooled 911 owner would expect them, as is the clock. Thereâs a wonderfully period Blaupunkt Breman radio set offering medium and long wave, the sound coming from a single speaker on the dash top.
Those Porsche aficionados who say that thereâs no place for wood in a 911 will have to think again. Not only is the steering wheel wood-rimmed, thereâs also a long strip of tree across the full width of the dash. And it looks just right for the period, especially with the chromed â911â badge on the glovebox lid.
The heating system is crude even by the standards of the day. An unmarked lever in front of the gear-stick controls the heat, which is piped in through closable vents in the inner sills. And because the amount of heat from an air-cooled engine is somewhat dependent on engine speed, these early 911s came with an auxiliary petrol-fired EberspÃ¤cher heater located in the luggage compartment. This device later become optional before being quietly dropped in 1973.
The outside, too, is pure 911, just as the 28-year-old Ferdinand âButziâ Porsche had penned it. Devoid of the chunky bumpers, arches and spoilers which adorned later cars, this Porsche looks surprising petite on its narrow 4.5-inch wheels. Itâs a pretty car with none of the machismo of later 911s.
What is does have is that indefinable quality called character. Something which classic-car enthusiasts enthuse about but is often nothing more than an excuse for, well, an old car. But this 911 really does ooze character. Getting in it and driving off feels comfortable, reassuring and intimate. Itâs a friendly car with no pretensions.