Greed is good, Gordon Gekko said in the s. Maybe he was talking about horsepower. It was in that decade when Porsche engineers, readying a new Turbo, began questioning how much power they could funnel through two wheels. Schutz knew he could hasten the engineering if a competition program depended on it.
Thus did Porsche venture on tippy-toes into Group B rallying—the "killer Bs," a series then injuring drivers and spectators alike. With the , we can contest the Paris—Dakar," a rally Mr.
Many Names had recently won in a Mercedes GE. More than pricey pieces of the pricey were doubtless sacrificed in preparation. Nowadays, no one remembers Metge, who chain-smoked Gauloises in a Rothmans-sponsored car.
Yet we all remember Ickx, who never won in a Fast-forward almost 40 years. How many sports-car buyers today venerate the Paris—Dakar as Porsche's all-wheel-drive puberty? Six or seven, easy. You will notice that our test car—number of —bears neither the optional pound roof rack nor auxiliary lights.
Porsche wanted clean aero for truer acceleration results. Add to that a teaspoon of rear steering and active anti-roll bars, and your Dakar can tackle shag carpeting, dirt, or dirty shag carpeting.
