Here's a 930 Turbo story for you…
One of my mates, Allan, had two 911s. A spectacularly good looking pale blue metallic 993 in RS trim (I believe the colour was Palette Green), beige interior, one of 16 of the last 993s ever produced. Jerry Seinfeld owned a blue one from this limited edition. Allan wanted me to take him around Zwartkops Raceway (Near Pretoria) in this car. I refused. The car was just too nice to track it. Besides, if anything had to go wrong, I'd go down in history as the idiot who crashed one of these special cars.
But Allan also had a pristine 930 Turbo, tuned by my long-time friend Mario in JHB. A 930 turbo at idle when warmed up will sound like it's playing the bongos through the exhaust note. You probably haven't heard that, because there ain't many properly tuned 930s around, but trust me, Allan's 930 could play the bongos to a crescendo that would fit perfectly into a Carlos Santana hit song...
So, I took Allan around Zwartkops in his 930 instead of his 993. Those days I was racing 250 Superkarts and the turbo kick from the 930 was similar to the 2-stroke 250 twin - rather violent - but if you timed the boost to hit under the ass as you hit the apex of a corner, you slingshot outta there like a bat outta hell. It's a freaking blast, trust me. By lap five I was in full swing and I really enjoyed the car, but Allan signalled me to return to the pits. He got out of the car, sat down on the ground and had a heart attack, right there. The aftermath was a mess. He had two no-good sons and a real money-grabbing B of a wife who climbed into his estate like vultures whilst he was fighting for his life in hospital. I was made out to be the villain who put him in hospital...
Anyway, Allan pulled through and passed away a few years later. And that was that. No moral of the story, just some memories.
