911UK TOUR TO ITALY - 4000 miles in a GT3
Discussion
Evening Gents. This will all be on my site but thought i might share it here too. Days 7,8,9 & 10 to follow tomorrow.
How do you top an amazing 6 day tour in the Swiss alps and Italian lakes ?
Well for 2013 we doubled the mileage, added on 3 more days, threw in some incredible destinations such as Florence and Venice, the southern Pyrenees, Millau Viaduct, the Cote D'Azur, 3 laps of Monaco and a grand tour of the very best roads in Austria just for good measure.
The Alpine tour last year was always going to be a tough act to follow and in many ways we knew that it would never be beaten. The newness of it all, the honeymoon phase of 8 strangers getting to know one another, the sheer thrill and adventure of doing something for the very first time, all of these could never be repeated. So we devised to increase the size of the trip, augment its grandeur and add a little glamour into the mix as well.
Adding more stuff, just making something bigger, was of course always going to be a bit of a double edged sword. If I am being honest the 2013 Italy tour was too many miles most days. There were points when it almost did feel like a Gumball race rather than a bespoke driving holiday. It also ended up having a few impromptu changes along the way and a few morale low points as well as the highs. That said though, one thing is for certain, the highs were very high indeed and when the roads were right the driving was as good if not even more amazing than last year. What's more, everyone was delivered home safely, the intrusions from the police were less and the standard of driving and behaviour was even better than last year. It was VERY intense experience though, surreal almost at times, so concentrated and relentless that when I got home I wondered if I had actually been away at all and struggled to remember what had exactly happened whilst in the eye of the storm. Like all intense experiences it was also a very addictive one, once you'd settled into the interminable frenzied rhthym of it all. Adjusting back to normal life has been easier than last year but I still keep catching myself walking around in a bit of a daze, with an odd feeling of having lots of time on my hands and no destinations to reach.
When it was all over we all agreed that on future trips we would not choose to repeat the tough distances involved but we also confirmed that the this year had still been a resounding success and indeed many preferred it overall to the Alpine trip of 2012. For me it was also very very different in that this time I took the 996 GT3 over my 993. I hadn't quite realised just how much this would affect the trip and I'll get into more of this in the text that follows, they are two very very different cars. Suffice to say here and now that I can offer you an extremely lucid contrast between these 2 911's as an ownership proposition especially from the point of view of road driving abroad.
So here it is then, the full route less a few small detail changes. The problem with any european road trip is that getting to and from good roads eats up 2 days in itself. The Alpine trip last year really just consisted of a days driving to a general 'playground area' and then the next 5 days were all within fairly short distances from there. That's fine if all you want to do is do the french and swiss alps but if you want to pepper your route with headline destinations and a greater sense of adventure then you are going to have to add on many more days and also do a lot more miles.
The 2013 trip actually started out as a hugely ambitious trip to Istanbul and back via Romania, Montenegro, Croatia, Slovakia, Hungray, Albania and Bulgaria. That idea quickly gathered too much opposition though so we played around with a circular route around Spain. Familiarity with Spain then spawned something more interesting much like the eventual trip you see above with Italy as the furthest destination and a beginning ferry trip down to Bilbao from portsmouth.
When most folk ducked out of the overnight ferry idea, an extra days driving was added at the start with a first stop at la Rochelle. Unortunately this had the effect of adding a huge extra piece of driving on day 2 (la rochelle to san sebastien) and also pulling back day 2's eventual hotel stop meaning more miles to cover to day 3 as well. So what you are looking at is a route that really was designed with the Bilbao ferry in mind and I would recommend you do that if attempting anything similar yourself.
'Insertion'
Calais to La Rochelle
430 miles
Day 1 was supposed to be a daya and night on the Bilbao ferry but after this was canned I invented a new first day stop at la Rochelle.
Believe it or not the very first casualty of the trip happened through the dartford tunnel before we'd even left blighty ! Peter queried the road surface over the radios only to be told that the road was fine in two other 911's. Sure he enough when he stopped to check he discovered he had been running on a puncture and the side walls had split really badly in severel places.
At Calais we went round a few tyre places and a very nice BMW dealer ended up phoning around for us which led us to this tyre place where a new boot was promptly fitted to the 964 C2.
Here we are parked up at the Mercure La Rochelle Vieux Port Sud, a fairly decent clean effecient sort of place with a great location on the port. Rich in his 993 C2S had had increasing trouble that day from a vibrating wheel bearing. A few calls and a look at the map and he decided to skip tomorrows day, get the car fixed at OPC Toulouse and meet us on day 3 as we re-entered France. Casualty number 2 then but hopefully easily sorted with a day out of the loop.
La Rochelle was nice enough. The food ws fairly good and it was a great place to stroll round on a sunny evening.
'The Pyrenees'
La Rochelle to Sort
530 miles
The first part of day 2 was a tedious bit of motorway driving to get us to the San Sebastien area which was the approximate start point of the original tour using the ferry.
Rounding San Sebastian we hit a wonderful section of very fast twisty uphill motorway which became our first bit of proper driving. A short run to Pamplona and then we joined the famed N260 south of the Pyrenees. This is a wonderful stretch of road and it didn't dissapoint.
I want to mention another road though that we stumbled upon by accident. The A1604 (in red in the picture above) is my first highlight of the trip and is a section of road that runs parallel but just south of the N260 and although it was very very narrow it was just an astonishing bit of tarmac; very smooth, a myriad of never ending twists and turns, this was a real rally stage workout and just endless amounts of fun.
Taking point is only for the experienced as there isn't really enough space for any oncoming cars but that said, we only encountered one of those for the whole length of road and that was when we'd parked up for some photos. Watch out for chickens, horses, cows and goats but what an incredible road with some wonderful views to boot. To my surprise it was fantastic in the GT3 and really brought home just how nimble the Mk1 can be when it needs to be but I would also say that it would be as much fun if not more in some of the older cars too.
Parked up by the black X that's marked on the map, near to the end of this fabulous road. You can just about see the Pyrenees in the background on this foggy day.
A quick word from plod but nothing too serious.
'Millau and Gorges du Tarn'
Sort to Villefort
380 miles
Day 3 promised some more Pyrenees driving, some fairly ordinary roads to get us to the viaduct and then a finale through the Gorges du Tarn.
We actuallly set off from Rialp rather than Sort. This little town just north of Sort was where out hotel the Vita Condes del Pallars was. This was a fairly basic place with very small simple rooms but the eggs and bacon the next morning does come highly recommended. Whilst on the subject of Sort, also be advised that there is a very large police presence there on account of the cop shop there so slow right down well before you get to the village.
Mark got up easly to jet wash his 997 C2.
After a fuel stop.
We rejoined the excellent N260 for a while but then reached what is my next highlight of the trip. This is the The Collada de Toses or N162, a very special slalom section that runs south east from Urtx. I read somewhere that Clarkson recently declared this his new favourite road. This is a very twisty mounatin pass with a long long downhill section and a never ending series of banked hairpins. The tarmac is generally really good quality and there is plenty of armco too. The quality of this road would put 99% of UK roads to shame yet it's just some indiscriminate mountain route.
The GT3 was exceptional here. The precision and security of the car was endlessley pleasurable and the exactness with which it could be steered though this road an absolute delight. Not a millemetre too much or too little steering and the car soon felt not like a car but like a super solid structure bolted to its own steel track in the road. Heeling and toeing down to 2nd for the tighter stuff and giving it plenty of tyre squeal and the odd bit of power on oversteer was very satisfying stuff and it was a chance to really dig deep into the car's grip reserves.
Sadly though I did eventually discover the limitations of my GT3's brakes here, and by the very end of this section the pedal was pretty much sinking straight to the floor as the fluid had completely boiled. Luckily it was lunchtime and we stopped for a good hour or so, allowing the car to cool off for a bit. I suspect the fluid is a bit old and I also noticed that most of the holes in my drilled disks have blocked up. Sorting this and also moving to a better fluid and a better pad will hopefully drastically improve things when I get back home.
Stopping for lunch at Ribes de Freser, just after the N162.
Cracking on through the N260 and rounding the eastern pyrenees. A chance to fix a sliding number plate.
After a bit of of Motorway (watch for a fabulous uphill section just before you reach the Viaduct) we reached the Millau Viaduct. Sadly this was not as impressive as it appears in photos. When you travel over it you can't see out of the sides and as its so large you don't really get a sense of just how high or enormous it is. It really does just feel like another road. In fact the anti clock section of the dartford bridge is more impressive because at least you are aware of the climb and the views around you.
At the rest stop it still looks quite small as well despite being the biggest in Europe. I gather there is a good vantage point where you can better appreciate its magnitude but we didn't end up going there.
I'm not certain what happened here but I can confirm that no one pulled.
A 10 minute delay behind a herd of goats.
This is my second highlight for Day 3, commonly known as the Gorge du Tarn. This is a Canyon that starts roughly at Le Rozier. It is stuninngly pretty and the route up to our eventual stop at Mas-dʼOrcières was absolutely mindblowing. This started out with a very bumpy section in the gorge with lots of very high speed left and right S bends. Gradually the road opened up with more severe curves and then the very last section, the most amazing uphill fast climb with really quick 3rd gear sweepers and an eventual climb to a plateau.
When we reached the top there just past Quezac, the low sun suddenly was streaming across the hills and we were treated to the most beautiful long undulating straight. The light was low and hazy and when the setting sun hit our cars we were afforded the first chance in a long while to pull hard in 4th gear. It was an incredible moment, deeply satisfying. The stillness and aloneness of everything around us made it all the more poignant. That was something that I won't easily forget, the never ending beauty of the French countryside graced for just a few moments by the roar of two glorious flat sixes as the end of a long hard day.
Our hotel for that night was La Refuge, a very basic hostel that became the brunt of many jokes throughout the week, mostly spurred on by the curious pictures of donkeys on the trip advisor website. Truth be told it was run by a very warm couple and the demi pension set menu turned out to be the most delicious plate of Beef Bourguignon with potato Dauphinoise. At 60E all in it was also exceptional value.
'Route Napolean to the Cote D'Azur'
Cevennes National Park to St. Paul de Vence
350 miles
Day 4 ended up being fairly uneventful for me. It started out well enough with more half decent roads out of the national park but lots of busy urban roads followed during the difficult to traverse west to east section through the E15 and the lower point of the Vercors National park. Once we hit the days highlight, the route Napolean just south of Grenoble, we sadly hit even more traffic. Caravans, bikes and lots of slow people in general. The beginning section of route Napolean was a decent enough road with some wonderful scenery but it was just too frustrating trying to make any decent headway. By the time we hit Sisteron time was running late and I was pretty tired too.
A couple of us elected to take the E712 to Marseilles and then head straight for Nice on the motorway. As is turned out not only did we not get to the hotel for that night any earlier than the others but also, just past Digne, the route Napolean opened up a bit and apparently overtaking was a synch and the rest of the guys had a pretty good drive on it. That said, the consensus seemed to be that the last section was good but no better than many other roads we've been on on any other tour and certainly not amongst the best. My message therefore would be that the route Napolean is not really all its cracked up to be and you can do far far better elsewhere. If you have to drive it then avoid the northern section at all costs and get involved beyond the commune of Digne Les Bains but when all is said and done, there is no substitute for emptiness and freedom from other cars.
Stopping for some lunch at Mens just before joining the Route Napolean, just south of Grenoble. We were hounded by some stag party here, lots of drunk French blokes spoiling for trouble. We calmed them down a bit though and they ended up being quite helpful and recommending us the Cafe des Arts.
Somewhere near Tailard the Route Napolean has some very fast flat sections. The bikers around there seemed good about warning us of speed traps and cameras. Two ducks got separated from the main pack though and gave chase to catch up. The French police were really great though and let the guys off massively, acknowledging what good cars and strong brakes we all had !
Heading into Nice with a strong comforting sense of belonging. It felt like going home to me as i've spent so much time there since I was literally a baby.
If Day 4 had been the most disappointing so far in respect of the driving, then the evening did go some way in making amends. The hotel at St. Paul de Vence, La Vague, was a newly opened establishment and fabulously modern throughout. I think I was actually the first person to use my room and the bar and dining areas were also in pristine unused condition. La Vague was also the cheapest hotel in St. Paul that I could book but I suspect that the prices are introductory at the moment to give it a marketing boost so get in there quick if you are planning on visiting. The staff were extremely friendly and the breakfast outstanding, notable for having both 3 minute and 5 minute boiled eggs on offer and cooked to perfection as well.
The town of St. Paul is a very old and beautiful walled medieval town, former home to many well known actors, artists and celebrities with stunning views of the French Riviera and some of the prettiest cobbled streets you have ever laid eyes on. The last time I was here was 20 years or so ago when I stayed at the house of the german actor Curd Jurgens (the villain Karl Stromberg in "The Spy Who Loved Me") whose daughter was a friend of mine. All those years ago I dined at the very famous La Columbe D'Or restaurant and hotel, run by the Roux family and situated at the entrance to St. Paul. This time round it seemed only right to visit again.
The food at La Columbe D'Or does not in any way match the prices or the name that this place carries so be warned. No, it is a place to be enjoyed for its atmosphere, setting, wonderful outdoor terrace and of course its art. You will see Miros, Picassos, Matisses, Leger's, work by Chagal, Modigliani and Calder casually adorning the walls, corridors and outdoor areas. If you want to read the extraordinary list of famous people who have frequented this place over the decades then have a quick google as well, you couldn't make it sound more impressive if you made it up.
'Coast road to Florence'
St. Paul to Firenze
352 miles
Unfortunately on the back of day 4, day 5 was always destined to be pretty uneventful driving wise. Faced with a straight run to Florence taking in as much of the coast as possible we decided to cut our losses, reduce the driving time a little and take as much motorway as possible instead.
It wasn't without a few high points though. The first of these was 3 laps of the Monaco GP circuit. We got a lot of attention here and gave the crowds something extra to look at. It was fascinating to drive the circuit as the grid markings and many of the stands were still in place only 2 weeks after the actual 2013 race. The tiny length of the course as well as the narrowness of it all really is an eye opener.
Monaco seemed as glamorous and as alluring as I always remembered it. The views from the hills on the eastern exit roads were absolutely stunning. The GT's of Jackal and Wiz here get a good look before heading east.
Yes please !
As we left Monaco and made some serious speed on the motorway into Italy, we had an encounter with a lovely 991S. This beast was owned by a really nice Russian chap and his girlfriend who were holidaying down to the Italian lakes. He played along with us for many many miles, riding in tandem and showing us what his 991 could do ... a mighty quick car by any standards and very impressive for what is just a regular non blown, non GT 911.
As we hit the airport road to Florence the traffic became really poor. At one point we had to come off the motorway just to get round a complete blockage that was at a standstill for at least the length of a whole junction. The weather was poor here too and the dullness and tiresome progress made was alleviated only occassionlly like when we went past this appreciative Italian chap in his beautiful silver 911T.
As per the emerging pattern of '911uk Italy 2013', any poor driving days always seemed to be very handsomely rewarded by that day's eventual destination. All was forgiven once stepping onto the hotel Belverdere's balcony at Florence and within another hour or so we were walking onto the Ponte Vecchio with a stunning sunset firing down the river.
Florence was as amazing as ever. Nothing can prepare you for the sight of the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore, surely one of the most beautiful buildings in the world.
The beers weren't bad either !
'All roads lead to Venice'
Florence to Lido de Jesolo
196 miles
Day 6, was always intended as a quick sub 200 miles run to Jesolo and the plan was to spend the whole afternoon and evening in Venice. The thing is this is Italy you are talking about and any trip should factor that in. The direct roads can be poor, congested and fraught with problems. A very simple journey ended up taking us many many hours and we eventually got to the hotel well after 6pm. This was supposed to be our one guaranteed day of driving respite but like all the days on this trip, the driving turned out to be much longer and time consuming than planned or anticipated. The route here was direct motorway stuff apart from the wonderful SP65 that runs parallel to the Motorway up to Bologna (marked in red). This is a very long twisty route which comes highly recommended and is fantastic for the slower aircooled cars.
We arrived at the hotel Righetto in Lido de Jesolo just in time for a quick swim. Within 10 minutes of parking we all had the shorts on and ran into the adriatic after an afternoon's worth of hot bothersome commuter driving.
After a quick dip the hotel ordered us a car taxi and water taxi from the end of the Jesolo penninsula into Venice. So one minute there we were strolling up the beach from the seas and then the next instant we were all in an 8 man taxi van. A short 5 minute drive to Punta Sabbioni and then we were quickly ushered into a private boat. I'd barely sat down and suddenly this thing rears its nose up and lists very steeply to the left as someone shouts "I think this is the 911 of water taxis !".
That pretty much set the tone because within seconds the young reckless Italian driver had the thing up to 40 knots or so and was caning it over the rough wake and carving the thing left and right like some sort of thrill ride. "Where are you from" he asked and when I said "London" he flicked the steering wheel sharply left then right then left again, and gave the motor another slug of extra throttle. So there we were were, eight guys grinning their faces off, holding on for dear life, speeding towards St. Marks Square; probably the single most memorable moment of the trip.
I'd never been to Venice before and I could feel the excitment and anticipation rapidly rising in me. By the time we were actually coasting toward St. Mark's square it was almost like I was trembling inside. Nothing can prepare you for Venice. There is no other place I know of that will foretell or let you glimpse into the experience of this place. If you haven't been then you simply have to at some point, preferably sooner rather than later. You need money though, lots of it. Everything seemed to be 150 Euros whether it was a Gondola, a Water Taxi or a decent evening meal for one person.
After a stroll round we went back to St. Mark's Square to catch the ferry of the five star hotel Cipriani which took us to our evening meal.
The Cipriani is a top draw place and has a big tie in with the Orient Express trip I believe as well. We ate in the "casual" restaurant but it still cost us a small fortune each even with just a limited servcing of wine. I'm guessing the smarter restaurant must be 200 or 300 Euros a head.
The food I had was the best all holiday and the view overlooking St. Marks Square was truly memorable.
When we took the ferry back to the main island we opted to seek out a bit of value and found a very nice specialist beer cafe so it was Chimay's all round before heading for the water taxi home.
Days 7, 8, 9, 10 to be added shortly
911UK to Italy 2013
How do you top an amazing 6 day tour in the Swiss alps and Italian lakes ?
Well for 2013 we doubled the mileage, added on 3 more days, threw in some incredible destinations such as Florence and Venice, the southern Pyrenees, Millau Viaduct, the Cote D'Azur, 3 laps of Monaco and a grand tour of the very best roads in Austria just for good measure.
The Alpine tour last year was always going to be a tough act to follow and in many ways we knew that it would never be beaten. The newness of it all, the honeymoon phase of 8 strangers getting to know one another, the sheer thrill and adventure of doing something for the very first time, all of these could never be repeated. So we devised to increase the size of the trip, augment its grandeur and add a little glamour into the mix as well.
Adding more stuff, just making something bigger, was of course always going to be a bit of a double edged sword. If I am being honest the 2013 Italy tour was too many miles most days. There were points when it almost did feel like a Gumball race rather than a bespoke driving holiday. It also ended up having a few impromptu changes along the way and a few morale low points as well as the highs. That said though, one thing is for certain, the highs were very high indeed and when the roads were right the driving was as good if not even more amazing than last year. What's more, everyone was delivered home safely, the intrusions from the police were less and the standard of driving and behaviour was even better than last year. It was VERY intense experience though, surreal almost at times, so concentrated and relentless that when I got home I wondered if I had actually been away at all and struggled to remember what had exactly happened whilst in the eye of the storm. Like all intense experiences it was also a very addictive one, once you'd settled into the interminable frenzied rhthym of it all. Adjusting back to normal life has been easier than last year but I still keep catching myself walking around in a bit of a daze, with an odd feeling of having lots of time on my hands and no destinations to reach.
When it was all over we all agreed that on future trips we would not choose to repeat the tough distances involved but we also confirmed that the this year had still been a resounding success and indeed many preferred it overall to the Alpine trip of 2012. For me it was also very very different in that this time I took the 996 GT3 over my 993. I hadn't quite realised just how much this would affect the trip and I'll get into more of this in the text that follows, they are two very very different cars. Suffice to say here and now that I can offer you an extremely lucid contrast between these 2 911's as an ownership proposition especially from the point of view of road driving abroad.
So here it is then, the full route less a few small detail changes. The problem with any european road trip is that getting to and from good roads eats up 2 days in itself. The Alpine trip last year really just consisted of a days driving to a general 'playground area' and then the next 5 days were all within fairly short distances from there. That's fine if all you want to do is do the french and swiss alps but if you want to pepper your route with headline destinations and a greater sense of adventure then you are going to have to add on many more days and also do a lot more miles.
The 2013 trip actually started out as a hugely ambitious trip to Istanbul and back via Romania, Montenegro, Croatia, Slovakia, Hungray, Albania and Bulgaria. That idea quickly gathered too much opposition though so we played around with a circular route around Spain. Familiarity with Spain then spawned something more interesting much like the eventual trip you see above with Italy as the furthest destination and a beginning ferry trip down to Bilbao from portsmouth.
When most folk ducked out of the overnight ferry idea, an extra days driving was added at the start with a first stop at la Rochelle. Unortunately this had the effect of adding a huge extra piece of driving on day 2 (la rochelle to san sebastien) and also pulling back day 2's eventual hotel stop meaning more miles to cover to day 3 as well. So what you are looking at is a route that really was designed with the Bilbao ferry in mind and I would recommend you do that if attempting anything similar yourself.
Day 1
'Insertion'
Calais to La Rochelle
430 miles
Day 1 was supposed to be a daya and night on the Bilbao ferry but after this was canned I invented a new first day stop at la Rochelle.
Believe it or not the very first casualty of the trip happened through the dartford tunnel before we'd even left blighty ! Peter queried the road surface over the radios only to be told that the road was fine in two other 911's. Sure he enough when he stopped to check he discovered he had been running on a puncture and the side walls had split really badly in severel places.
At Calais we went round a few tyre places and a very nice BMW dealer ended up phoning around for us which led us to this tyre place where a new boot was promptly fitted to the 964 C2.
Here we are parked up at the Mercure La Rochelle Vieux Port Sud, a fairly decent clean effecient sort of place with a great location on the port. Rich in his 993 C2S had had increasing trouble that day from a vibrating wheel bearing. A few calls and a look at the map and he decided to skip tomorrows day, get the car fixed at OPC Toulouse and meet us on day 3 as we re-entered France. Casualty number 2 then but hopefully easily sorted with a day out of the loop.
La Rochelle was nice enough. The food ws fairly good and it was a great place to stroll round on a sunny evening.
Day 2
'The Pyrenees'
La Rochelle to Sort
530 miles
The first part of day 2 was a tedious bit of motorway driving to get us to the San Sebastien area which was the approximate start point of the original tour using the ferry.
Rounding San Sebastian we hit a wonderful section of very fast twisty uphill motorway which became our first bit of proper driving. A short run to Pamplona and then we joined the famed N260 south of the Pyrenees. This is a wonderful stretch of road and it didn't dissapoint.
I want to mention another road though that we stumbled upon by accident. The A1604 (in red in the picture above) is my first highlight of the trip and is a section of road that runs parallel but just south of the N260 and although it was very very narrow it was just an astonishing bit of tarmac; very smooth, a myriad of never ending twists and turns, this was a real rally stage workout and just endless amounts of fun.
Taking point is only for the experienced as there isn't really enough space for any oncoming cars but that said, we only encountered one of those for the whole length of road and that was when we'd parked up for some photos. Watch out for chickens, horses, cows and goats but what an incredible road with some wonderful views to boot. To my surprise it was fantastic in the GT3 and really brought home just how nimble the Mk1 can be when it needs to be but I would also say that it would be as much fun if not more in some of the older cars too.
Parked up by the black X that's marked on the map, near to the end of this fabulous road. You can just about see the Pyrenees in the background on this foggy day.
A quick word from plod but nothing too serious.
Day 3
'Millau and Gorges du Tarn'
Sort to Villefort
380 miles
Day 3 promised some more Pyrenees driving, some fairly ordinary roads to get us to the viaduct and then a finale through the Gorges du Tarn.
We actuallly set off from Rialp rather than Sort. This little town just north of Sort was where out hotel the Vita Condes del Pallars was. This was a fairly basic place with very small simple rooms but the eggs and bacon the next morning does come highly recommended. Whilst on the subject of Sort, also be advised that there is a very large police presence there on account of the cop shop there so slow right down well before you get to the village.
Mark got up easly to jet wash his 997 C2.
After a fuel stop.
We rejoined the excellent N260 for a while but then reached what is my next highlight of the trip. This is the The Collada de Toses or N162, a very special slalom section that runs south east from Urtx. I read somewhere that Clarkson recently declared this his new favourite road. This is a very twisty mounatin pass with a long long downhill section and a never ending series of banked hairpins. The tarmac is generally really good quality and there is plenty of armco too. The quality of this road would put 99% of UK roads to shame yet it's just some indiscriminate mountain route.
The GT3 was exceptional here. The precision and security of the car was endlessley pleasurable and the exactness with which it could be steered though this road an absolute delight. Not a millemetre too much or too little steering and the car soon felt not like a car but like a super solid structure bolted to its own steel track in the road. Heeling and toeing down to 2nd for the tighter stuff and giving it plenty of tyre squeal and the odd bit of power on oversteer was very satisfying stuff and it was a chance to really dig deep into the car's grip reserves.
Sadly though I did eventually discover the limitations of my GT3's brakes here, and by the very end of this section the pedal was pretty much sinking straight to the floor as the fluid had completely boiled. Luckily it was lunchtime and we stopped for a good hour or so, allowing the car to cool off for a bit. I suspect the fluid is a bit old and I also noticed that most of the holes in my drilled disks have blocked up. Sorting this and also moving to a better fluid and a better pad will hopefully drastically improve things when I get back home.
Stopping for lunch at Ribes de Freser, just after the N162.
Cracking on through the N260 and rounding the eastern pyrenees. A chance to fix a sliding number plate.
After a bit of of Motorway (watch for a fabulous uphill section just before you reach the Viaduct) we reached the Millau Viaduct. Sadly this was not as impressive as it appears in photos. When you travel over it you can't see out of the sides and as its so large you don't really get a sense of just how high or enormous it is. It really does just feel like another road. In fact the anti clock section of the dartford bridge is more impressive because at least you are aware of the climb and the views around you.
At the rest stop it still looks quite small as well despite being the biggest in Europe. I gather there is a good vantage point where you can better appreciate its magnitude but we didn't end up going there.
I'm not certain what happened here but I can confirm that no one pulled.
A 10 minute delay behind a herd of goats.
This is my second highlight for Day 3, commonly known as the Gorge du Tarn. This is a Canyon that starts roughly at Le Rozier. It is stuninngly pretty and the route up to our eventual stop at Mas-dʼOrcières was absolutely mindblowing. This started out with a very bumpy section in the gorge with lots of very high speed left and right S bends. Gradually the road opened up with more severe curves and then the very last section, the most amazing uphill fast climb with really quick 3rd gear sweepers and an eventual climb to a plateau.
When we reached the top there just past Quezac, the low sun suddenly was streaming across the hills and we were treated to the most beautiful long undulating straight. The light was low and hazy and when the setting sun hit our cars we were afforded the first chance in a long while to pull hard in 4th gear. It was an incredible moment, deeply satisfying. The stillness and aloneness of everything around us made it all the more poignant. That was something that I won't easily forget, the never ending beauty of the French countryside graced for just a few moments by the roar of two glorious flat sixes as the end of a long hard day.
Our hotel for that night was La Refuge, a very basic hostel that became the brunt of many jokes throughout the week, mostly spurred on by the curious pictures of donkeys on the trip advisor website. Truth be told it was run by a very warm couple and the demi pension set menu turned out to be the most delicious plate of Beef Bourguignon with potato Dauphinoise. At 60E all in it was also exceptional value.
Day 4
'Route Napolean to the Cote D'Azur'
Cevennes National Park to St. Paul de Vence
350 miles
Day 4 ended up being fairly uneventful for me. It started out well enough with more half decent roads out of the national park but lots of busy urban roads followed during the difficult to traverse west to east section through the E15 and the lower point of the Vercors National park. Once we hit the days highlight, the route Napolean just south of Grenoble, we sadly hit even more traffic. Caravans, bikes and lots of slow people in general. The beginning section of route Napolean was a decent enough road with some wonderful scenery but it was just too frustrating trying to make any decent headway. By the time we hit Sisteron time was running late and I was pretty tired too.
A couple of us elected to take the E712 to Marseilles and then head straight for Nice on the motorway. As is turned out not only did we not get to the hotel for that night any earlier than the others but also, just past Digne, the route Napolean opened up a bit and apparently overtaking was a synch and the rest of the guys had a pretty good drive on it. That said, the consensus seemed to be that the last section was good but no better than many other roads we've been on on any other tour and certainly not amongst the best. My message therefore would be that the route Napolean is not really all its cracked up to be and you can do far far better elsewhere. If you have to drive it then avoid the northern section at all costs and get involved beyond the commune of Digne Les Bains but when all is said and done, there is no substitute for emptiness and freedom from other cars.
Stopping for some lunch at Mens just before joining the Route Napolean, just south of Grenoble. We were hounded by some stag party here, lots of drunk French blokes spoiling for trouble. We calmed them down a bit though and they ended up being quite helpful and recommending us the Cafe des Arts.
Somewhere near Tailard the Route Napolean has some very fast flat sections. The bikers around there seemed good about warning us of speed traps and cameras. Two ducks got separated from the main pack though and gave chase to catch up. The French police were really great though and let the guys off massively, acknowledging what good cars and strong brakes we all had !
Heading into Nice with a strong comforting sense of belonging. It felt like going home to me as i've spent so much time there since I was literally a baby.
If Day 4 had been the most disappointing so far in respect of the driving, then the evening did go some way in making amends. The hotel at St. Paul de Vence, La Vague, was a newly opened establishment and fabulously modern throughout. I think I was actually the first person to use my room and the bar and dining areas were also in pristine unused condition. La Vague was also the cheapest hotel in St. Paul that I could book but I suspect that the prices are introductory at the moment to give it a marketing boost so get in there quick if you are planning on visiting. The staff were extremely friendly and the breakfast outstanding, notable for having both 3 minute and 5 minute boiled eggs on offer and cooked to perfection as well.
The town of St. Paul is a very old and beautiful walled medieval town, former home to many well known actors, artists and celebrities with stunning views of the French Riviera and some of the prettiest cobbled streets you have ever laid eyes on. The last time I was here was 20 years or so ago when I stayed at the house of the german actor Curd Jurgens (the villain Karl Stromberg in "The Spy Who Loved Me") whose daughter was a friend of mine. All those years ago I dined at the very famous La Columbe D'Or restaurant and hotel, run by the Roux family and situated at the entrance to St. Paul. This time round it seemed only right to visit again.
The food at La Columbe D'Or does not in any way match the prices or the name that this place carries so be warned. No, it is a place to be enjoyed for its atmosphere, setting, wonderful outdoor terrace and of course its art. You will see Miros, Picassos, Matisses, Leger's, work by Chagal, Modigliani and Calder casually adorning the walls, corridors and outdoor areas. If you want to read the extraordinary list of famous people who have frequented this place over the decades then have a quick google as well, you couldn't make it sound more impressive if you made it up.
Day 5
'Coast road to Florence'
St. Paul to Firenze
352 miles
Unfortunately on the back of day 4, day 5 was always destined to be pretty uneventful driving wise. Faced with a straight run to Florence taking in as much of the coast as possible we decided to cut our losses, reduce the driving time a little and take as much motorway as possible instead.
It wasn't without a few high points though. The first of these was 3 laps of the Monaco GP circuit. We got a lot of attention here and gave the crowds something extra to look at. It was fascinating to drive the circuit as the grid markings and many of the stands were still in place only 2 weeks after the actual 2013 race. The tiny length of the course as well as the narrowness of it all really is an eye opener.
Monaco seemed as glamorous and as alluring as I always remembered it. The views from the hills on the eastern exit roads were absolutely stunning. The GT's of Jackal and Wiz here get a good look before heading east.
Yes please !
As we left Monaco and made some serious speed on the motorway into Italy, we had an encounter with a lovely 991S. This beast was owned by a really nice Russian chap and his girlfriend who were holidaying down to the Italian lakes. He played along with us for many many miles, riding in tandem and showing us what his 991 could do ... a mighty quick car by any standards and very impressive for what is just a regular non blown, non GT 911.
As we hit the airport road to Florence the traffic became really poor. At one point we had to come off the motorway just to get round a complete blockage that was at a standstill for at least the length of a whole junction. The weather was poor here too and the dullness and tiresome progress made was alleviated only occassionlly like when we went past this appreciative Italian chap in his beautiful silver 911T.
As per the emerging pattern of '911uk Italy 2013', any poor driving days always seemed to be very handsomely rewarded by that day's eventual destination. All was forgiven once stepping onto the hotel Belverdere's balcony at Florence and within another hour or so we were walking onto the Ponte Vecchio with a stunning sunset firing down the river.
Florence was as amazing as ever. Nothing can prepare you for the sight of the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore, surely one of the most beautiful buildings in the world.
The beers weren't bad either !
Day 6
'All roads lead to Venice'
Florence to Lido de Jesolo
196 miles
Day 6, was always intended as a quick sub 200 miles run to Jesolo and the plan was to spend the whole afternoon and evening in Venice. The thing is this is Italy you are talking about and any trip should factor that in. The direct roads can be poor, congested and fraught with problems. A very simple journey ended up taking us many many hours and we eventually got to the hotel well after 6pm. This was supposed to be our one guaranteed day of driving respite but like all the days on this trip, the driving turned out to be much longer and time consuming than planned or anticipated. The route here was direct motorway stuff apart from the wonderful SP65 that runs parallel to the Motorway up to Bologna (marked in red). This is a very long twisty route which comes highly recommended and is fantastic for the slower aircooled cars.
We arrived at the hotel Righetto in Lido de Jesolo just in time for a quick swim. Within 10 minutes of parking we all had the shorts on and ran into the adriatic after an afternoon's worth of hot bothersome commuter driving.
After a quick dip the hotel ordered us a car taxi and water taxi from the end of the Jesolo penninsula into Venice. So one minute there we were strolling up the beach from the seas and then the next instant we were all in an 8 man taxi van. A short 5 minute drive to Punta Sabbioni and then we were quickly ushered into a private boat. I'd barely sat down and suddenly this thing rears its nose up and lists very steeply to the left as someone shouts "I think this is the 911 of water taxis !".
That pretty much set the tone because within seconds the young reckless Italian driver had the thing up to 40 knots or so and was caning it over the rough wake and carving the thing left and right like some sort of thrill ride. "Where are you from" he asked and when I said "London" he flicked the steering wheel sharply left then right then left again, and gave the motor another slug of extra throttle. So there we were were, eight guys grinning their faces off, holding on for dear life, speeding towards St. Marks Square; probably the single most memorable moment of the trip.
I'd never been to Venice before and I could feel the excitment and anticipation rapidly rising in me. By the time we were actually coasting toward St. Mark's square it was almost like I was trembling inside. Nothing can prepare you for Venice. There is no other place I know of that will foretell or let you glimpse into the experience of this place. If you haven't been then you simply have to at some point, preferably sooner rather than later. You need money though, lots of it. Everything seemed to be 150 Euros whether it was a Gondola, a Water Taxi or a decent evening meal for one person.
After a stroll round we went back to St. Mark's Square to catch the ferry of the five star hotel Cipriani which took us to our evening meal.
The Cipriani is a top draw place and has a big tie in with the Orient Express trip I believe as well. We ate in the "casual" restaurant but it still cost us a small fortune each even with just a limited servcing of wine. I'm guessing the smarter restaurant must be 200 or 300 Euros a head.
The food I had was the best all holiday and the view overlooking St. Marks Square was truly memorable.
When we took the ferry back to the main island we opted to seek out a bit of value and found a very nice specialist beer cafe so it was Chimay's all round before heading for the water taxi home.
Days 7, 8, 9, 10 to be added shortly
Edited by jackal on Tuesday 18th June 20:35
the car was fab ....
i think my focused 993 is fun more of the time, in part because you have a bit more character, noise and low speed fun and its not quite so demanding or tiring
but on the right road, when driven technically and properly, the GT3 reaches a higher high and is more rewarding and more challenging
i'll cover it all in the conclusion but basically it was ace and monumentally fast point to point when the roads played to its character ...
i think my focused 993 is fun more of the time, in part because you have a bit more character, noise and low speed fun and its not quite so demanding or tiring
but on the right road, when driven technically and properly, the GT3 reaches a higher high and is more rewarding and more challenging
i'll cover it all in the conclusion but basically it was ace and monumentally fast point to point when the roads played to its character ...
Edited by jackal on Tuesday 18th June 20:35
thnaks guys, photos are a mixture of everyones so tons to choose from:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/97552520@N06/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/97552520@N06/
Day 7
'The Dolomites'
Venice to Lienz
306 miles
Day 7 promised a likely return to form. Thankfully the roads through the Dolomites more than lived up to expectations and after a number of days of unremarkeable driving we were blessed with arguably the best day of the whole holiday.
There isn't really a lot of detail to mention here and to be honest my memory is a little blank for day 7. I guess I was just enjoying myself so much and so ensconsed in the moment. After clearing Jesolo, Treviso and heading towards the mountains it was all really great stuff. The scenery was mindblowing as well and the whole day was just really satisfying.
Lunch at san martino di castrozza, just before the Passe Rolle.
So many pretty views.
Parked up at the top of the Sella pass.
Facing 3 battlement like peaks of Punta Grohmann.
One specific point that I do remember well was the most incredible gentle descent that was a never ending left right meander. This was the Passo Lavaze or SS620 (marked in red above) that ended with us stopping for fuel at the shell garage at Ponte Nova. When I got out I remember raving that it was the best stretch of tarmac yet and it was just about perfect for the GT3. As with all these roads there are plenty of biking videos on youtube if you care to look.
A bit further on further east I know we climbed a lot again and this was followed by another big descent with umpteen sharp hairpins. I did manage to cook my brakes again and had to stop here in Arabba at the bottom of a big descent for a half hour breather.
G Man's >500bhp 996 turbo. Had a drive of this on one of the days and on full boost it was shockingly, brutally accelerative. The guys reckon it pulls as hard as the 96 Gt2 and the 997 Turbo S that were in our company as well. The turbo S though with its variable turbine technnology gets its arse moving before both the other cars have had even time to wake up and what's more, it out shifts the others with its lightning quick PDK box so is really in another league in terms of sheer speed.
On the route back toward the Austrian border Chris stopped to take a few photos but then couldn't restart the car. It was fairly quickly diagnosed as a faulty earth.
The run back east toward and into Austria was very fast and a great finale to the day.
Hitting the fast Austrian roads.
The Grandhotel hotel at Lienz was later voted joint first place as the best hotel of the trip. Not only did they organise our own private section of parking underground purely off their own backs, but the rooms were immaculate with a plethora of freebies and facilites. The breakfast and service was excellent too and overall it was just impossible to fault the place in any way. The perfection and efficiency of Austria really shone through at this hotel. As a country it seemed a little anodyne and robotic perhaps but you can only admire Austria for the correctness and exactness of it all.
Day 8
'The best of Austria'
Lienz to Gerlos, the Nokalmstrasse, Turracherstrasse, Solk Pass and Grossglockner
338 miles
If any day was going to challenge day 7 as the top driving day of the trip it was to be our grand loop around the best of Austria. I have only ever passed through this country so was really looking forward to sampling its delights. Often overlooked in favour of nearby Switzerland, everything I have ever read and heard about the place told me that it could be just as good if not better.
Our circuit began by taking us east of Lienz toward the Nokalmstrasse toll road which is a very popular mountain route for bikers and drivers.
Close to Leinz in the more built up areas we did notice quite a generous police presence. We stuck to the speed limits religiously and kept our eyes peeled. Once the roads opened up then it was time to let the taps open. Austria seemed just as I'd discovered when I passed through here back in the 1990's. For the most part the roads are very long and very very fast with gentle curves and a lot of it is flat following the course in a valley of some sort. These types of roads are actually great for the GT cars and soon after we began day 8 we all agreed over the radios that wherever 2014's tour was, it should include Austria again.
The Nokalmstrasse was located at the eastern lower corner of our loop. The cost was around 16 euros per car. It was a very well kept road with an intial climb, then a levelled off section and a myriad of mostly tighter bends. To be honest though, it was narrower than expected with no protection at the edges and despite the beautiful views, overall a little disappointing. There was something about the nature of it that meant you couldn't really attack it with any gusto. Still, I was glad we travelled this very famous piece of tarmac but if I was returning to this part of the world again I'd probably give it a miss.
If the Nokalmstrasse was a little disappointing then the Turracherstrasse was anything but. As we exited the toll gate and turned north, little did we know the uphill stretch of road that lay before us was arguably the finest of the whole trip. This road marked in red was absolute GT heaven. Me and Wiz in his Gt2 were ahead of the pack and we ate this tarmac up like a pair of rabid wolves. Brutally fast, smooth, sweeping with some delicious never-ending sweepers I think I really do have to nominate this as my all time best road for this year.
At the finale of the first uphill section was this incredible endless left hander (marked by the big arrow). We hit this at tremendous speed and by the very end of it when we were pointing back on ourselves again, the GT3 had entered the most fabulous gentle 4 wheel drift. Amazing stuff and just so satisfying.
It was times like this that proved to me that on the right road, when the route was technical and fast and you drove methodically, exactly, millimetric at the wheel, relaxed back in the seat and just fingertips, not a single unecessary input, with perfect heel and toe, strong deep braking into the corners and early unbridled throttle at the apex, then the GT3 shone brighter than my 993, was far far faster and ultimately just more rewarding. On this type of road, when you could almost have been at Spa instead of some public road in Austria, the precision instrument that is the Mk1 was mighty and very difficult to live with. Even Chimp in his PDK Turbo S said he struggled at times to keep up. That's not bad going for a 15 year old car with 200 bhp less, a manual box, rear wheel drive and save ABS, not a single electronic aid or nanny in sight.
The run up the Turracherstrasse was truly epic but the run down was equally as delectable. You can see on the map that this was an endless snaking route closely following the river that went left right left right pretty much till the very end. This was another highly technical section; it was all about turning in at the perfect moment with the car beautifully settled, getting the best entry speed you could and then being as aggressive as you dared through the apex and then quickly preparing the car to turn in the opposite way. As satisfying as a trackday ? I reckon so.
A run westwards and we later hit the main feature of the day, the Grossglockner pass. This is a stunning alpine road that climbs to 8451 feet. It sees some 270,000 vehicles a year and is one of the most popular tourist spots here in Austria. At the toll entrance (a whopping 30 euros !) there were a lot of disguised BMWs and Minis with tons of telemetric equipment bolted to their dashes. Brembo seemed to be en masse as well so obviously a lot of testing was going on. Luckily there were on a break when we got there though, generally admiring our 8 strong fleet of pork whilst sipping their coffees.
I tackled the first climb on point with Chimp in his 997 Turbo S just behind. With a clear run this was definitely a highlight. Not quite as epiphanic as the Turracherstrasse but still highly rewarding with plenty of space to fool around on the tighter hairpins.
Queuing in readiness to take on the Grossglockner.
Me and Chimp.
The slip road, bikers view, which is well worth the extra journey as its even higher than the restaurant.
Time for espresso and an apple strudel.
Grossglockner was great. Descending was good fun too. We made a small error though as really we should have driven it back the other way, heading north again the way we came and then onto Gerlos our final destination. I was thinking this as we continued south toward Lienz where we'd started out that morning and thinking how much time it would have saved us. Little did I know that the eventual northern road out of lienz that was to take us back up to Gerlos was closed because of a landslide. Apparently this happened 3 months ago and has been causing havoc in the area and they have even been putting cars on a freight train to get them north again over the alps.
Some of the guys drove the 5km past the warning sign to take a look. Quite a sight it was too, the whole of the road had been obliterated. I don't see this being repaired any time soon.
This meant we had a tricky and stressful hour. One of our number had decided not to drive the Grossglockner so was already at the hotel in Gerlos. We were now stuck back in Lienz and with the Grossglockner closing before we could go back that way, the only route was back into Italy and then around Innsbruck ... a 3.5 hour stint that would have us at the Gerlos hotel after 11.30pm. After a very very long day already our only option was an impromptu stay in Lienz and then add some extra driving to the itinerary tomorrow. It was a real shame because it slightly soured what was an excellent day. Also, a certain Otto Heess was in attendance at Gerlos, Porsche 917 mechanic during the Gulf/le mans/Steven McQueen/Derek Bell glory days. I gather from Wizard that his tales were massively interesting and he would have loved for us all to be there.
Day 9
'Hahntennjoch and the Black Forest'
Lienz to Baden Baden
367 miles
Day 9, the swansong. A jaunt up to the Black Forest taking in the highly recommended Hahntennjoch, a 29km 1894m mountain pass that connects Imst to Elmen.
As above, our route was intially changed for this day. A blocked road north to Gerlos meant that we started from Lienz again putting an extra 100 miles or so onto the days proceedings. Here I am going back through the Italian border on the E66. This was the same run we entered Austria by but early morning in the opposite direction it was an absolute procession and no fun at all.
Eventually we battled all the way to Innsbruck and hit a bit of motorway.
It was then time to come off the motorway for some pretty nice roads and on through the Ski resort of Kuhtai.
Out of Kuhtai, past this beautiful dam and the route then turned right up a a really nice high mountain road at Hopperg. Descending down again we rejoined the motorway for a bit and then head for Imst and the Hahntennjochh.
The Hahntennjoch was a great road and very very pretty but not really one for real spirited driving. It was VERY touristy here with lots of bikers, many of them hugging the centre line in the oncoming lane. The tarmac was also curiously slippery in many places and overall we all didn't feel like caning it too much. It's a beautiful setting though and the cafe at the top is a great place to hang out and see other cars.
The obligatory passing cattle shot.
A little further on we stopped for some lunch. This was high altitude and the sun was extremely hot.
After lots of traffic and a very slow dull procession along teh shore of Lake Constance (I would personally go the swiss route and pay the vignette, it will be worth it in the long run) and another blocked road or two, we finally rendezvouz'd at the bottom of the black forest near Waldau.
I have to confess though I made a bit of a balls up of the Black Forest route. We had an incredible run through here last year and this time I decided to alter things a little but we just ended up going through village after village. It was really frustrating as this was our last couple of hours of real driving.
Finally though, me and Chimp were rewarded when we joined the B500. We had an hour long blast which was the most atmospehric of the whole trip. The sun was setting and some really dark dramatic clouds were forming over the forest. At one point we rose up a curve and hit a plateau and cloud seemed to be skimming the tops of our cars. Glancing left over the sheer edge we could see a huge menacing cloud extending all the way into the distance, its lower surface level with our eyes. We were basically skimming the bottom of cloud and privy to the microdynamics of these things at their very extents. Huge eddys of textural mist werre swirling across the road, carrying leaves and debris with them. The cars thundered through thick and thin patches, it was like entering Mordor with the wrath of the gods visible in the heavens overhead.
The road was great too. Very very fast and wide with lots of controlled technical driving through some beautifully smooth curves. The rain started pattering as well and a few twitches from the GT3 meant a measured approach out of the slower corners. The GT3 is so good at that though. That drivetrain is so linear, so exact that you can dial in the power and speed with very fine adjustment. It empowers you with an ultimate sense of control, a toatally uncontaminated and pure input output relationship. My feeling is that it's this linearity and precision, this honesty and accuarcy of delivery that is at the heart of the GT3's soul. Apart from the 996RS, no other 911 that i've driven has this same pure instrument like quality in so much abundance.
Straight to the place that sells german beer when we hit Baden Baden.
A few heavy eyelids before we'd even finished pudding !
Day 10
'Home'
Baden Baden to Calais
449 miles
The final day. A leisurely run straight to calais through unrestricted Autobahn, Luxemberg and Belgium.
The final tally.
4007 miles of insects.
Its been a fascinating and very intense way of getting to know the GT3. The Mk1 is certainly not without criticism. Like all the GT cars of old, its a weapon that will shine very very brightly for certain tasks but then less so for other duties. Comparing it back honestly to my road trips last year in my 993 (which should be stressed is as least as focused as a 993RS, if not a little more so and very different from a standard 993) I have to concede that the 993 was fun to drive MORE of the time. It's limits are lower, it's slower so demands to be worked more at any given pace, it has a lot of low speed chatter and soundtrack, lots of popping and crackling on the overrun and generally just a ton of character and charm. All of its controls are also that little bit more delightful. Sure, the 996 GT3 is right up there for feel and feedback especially when compared to its peers and more modern cars, but you don't quite savour the feel of everything in the same way you do my 993. Once you become a lover of the agricultural mechanical nature of the aircooled cars it's a very difficult thing to live up to in other vehicles.
I also discovered that the GT3 also has a slightly lazy quality about it. The gearing is very long, it takes a while to wind up the engine with little punch low down and if you are a little bit tired and lacking mental commitment then it's a car that can take on a slightly cumbersome, languid character. On the motorway it needs more concentration than most other cars. In fact it's a car that needs concentration most of the time and likes to keep you on your toes; it doesn't really do anything by itself, nothing whatsoever. I found this made the trip more tiring than I anticipated, even after allowing for the bigger mileages.
There is a lot more actual car there too in the GT3, a thicker dash, longer wheelbase and more sense of 'stuff' whereas when you sit behind the wheel of the 993 all you are aware of is a tiny dainty windscreen frame, a skinny little dash and very little in the way of actual 'car'. In this way the aircooled 911 is perhaps more closely related to a caterham or elise experience with its stubbier wheelbase, cruder dynamics and lower speed fun. It's a complete riot around the real twisty roads and has a certain compactness and nimbleness about it too.
Having said all that though, the bottom line is that the GT3 is dynamically superior in every single way. It stops, goes, steers way better than the 993. It is far more precise, more accurate, more delicate, far stiffer, more settled and adept in a corner, has more mechanical grip through all phases of a bend and just feels like it was made a whole decade later rather than just 3 years. Not only is it a much better car but when you get the right road you find that it is more rewarding too. Because it's more precise, more instrument like and not ham fisted in any way like that 993 can be, it requires you to be the same. It praises methodical, measured, technical driving. When you do everything correctly, in sequence, in perfect time, with not one unecessary or false input, you then achieve a feeling of control, a sense of man machine relatedness that is comfortably beyond anything a 993 can serve up. The more like a circuit the road is, the more the GT3 comes alive and makes sense. This is the way it reveals to you its ultimate DNA. I am not sure I could say the same for the 997 generation but the 996 mk1 is unashamedly at its core a circuit car.
And on that right road, when the GT3 hits its element and you make it live out what it is, you forgive it for the other times when it's perhaps not quite as engaging, too capable or a little taxing. It also has to be said that point to point it is monumentally rapid if out and out pace if your thing and the feeling of the GT3 settling beautifully then digging in, its rear outside shoulder purposefully squatting down, with your body supported and connected to the whole bodyshell by the buckets, is surely one of motorings all time great sensations. I'll also add that the GT3 surprised me on some of the tighter sections and the rougher tarmac. Badly worn roads didn't affect it nearly as much as I would have imagined and it tends to just thunder over poor surfaces once up to speed. It is deceptively nimble as well through the sharp stuff. The A1604 in the Pyrenees proved that beyond any doubt.
If I took the GT3 on a trip like this again though, I would certainly try and keep the daily miles to something a little lower. I would also fit a sportscat or bypass pipes, something to give it a bit more sonic character. The final thing I'd consider is a single mass flywheel just to give the drivetrain that extra sense of urgency and freedom. As much as I've always loved the 996RS, I am glad that my car has the spring rates and road manners that it does though. For long trips like this I am not sure I'd want it any more stiffer or focused.
I'll end up by simply declaring my love for this car but also admitting that its place in my stable has been made possible precisely because I already own my 993. If by some cruel intervention I could only own one 911, then I would almost certainly pick the older example.
Edited by jackal on Wednesday 19th June 23:51
Woz, lots of truth in what you've said. I don't think any of us would have given up the miles though if it meant losing Florence, venice, monaco, St Paul etc. Our trip last year was very much an intimate one as you describe and this year we wanted to have a second dimension to it as well, more sense of adventure and travelling. I think they are both valid trips but agree that ours could have done with perhaps another day or so and a few tweaks to routes. I think next year we may well swing right back the other way and just do a tour of Germany, sticking to one single country. It's fun having the variety. One year it would be nice to get all teh cars on a ship and go overseas somewhere too.
Red9 said:
Wow-- what a great write up of a great trip!!
I usually avoid reading trip type threads--but the wonderful photos hooked me and the more I read--the more I liked !!
I have been in many of the places you visited and driven quite a few of the roads( not in Porsche !!) and always have wanted to do again-- so you have me thinking !!
Apologies if I missed this-- why did you delete Turkey idea?
Hi Red, the turkey idea is still there on the back burner. Needs planning and lots of time and its something most people wouldn't be able to commit to.I usually avoid reading trip type threads--but the wonderful photos hooked me and the more I read--the more I liked !!
I have been in many of the places you visited and driven quite a few of the roads( not in Porsche !!) and always have wanted to do again-- so you have me thinking !!
Apologies if I missed this-- why did you delete Turkey idea?
It would be pretty amazing though and take in some great cities as well as the Transalpina and Transfagarasan. The Croatian coast road is also supposed to be amazing. Waltzing into Istanbul would be pretty memorable too.
rough route:
http://goo.gl/maps/nmufK
Lungauer said:
Very good write up and thanks for taking such time and trouble. I know Turracherhohe well, being fortunate to have a place not far away (hence the nom de plume), and have fizzed up and down it in various vehicles, including hire cars, a Defender and latterly a Cayman R (now sold).
Thanks and youre lucky to be so close to such a magnificent road. I cant quite decide which end of it i prefer, both amazing.Gassing Station | Porsche General | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff