I hung out with a monied crowd while in school, up in summer people territory in the southern NC Appalachians, and also was valet at a pretty snooty old lodge/country club, so I’ve driven quite a few vehicles well above my station, lol.
Old rear engine aircooled Porsches are tail happy, and I would imagine it would not be too difficult to get yourself liberated from this plane of existence while behind the wheel of one, on wet pavement especially. American drivers in general don’t know what oversteer is, and man do they ever.
I’ve only been thoroughly bad vibed and creeped out by a car once in my life, though, and it was not a Porsche or even especially exotic, at least not at the time. It was a yellow and black 1970 Pontiac GTO. Radiated death, a college roommate owned it. Didn’t kill him, but it was the last car he was ever able to drive.
... and so are most of their drivers.
That was one good thing about the 924.
It had a front/rear ratio of 51/49 which is pretty good.
That thing sucked down on the killer mountain curves like an Electrolux.
My *favorite* car was a VW Scirocco.
It had a 52/48 ratio and handled better than the Porsche ever did.
I miss that car *so* much.
The only downside to both of them was the ground clearance...4-5 inches.
I had to step *up* out of them.
;D
I miss the old, huge abandoned parking lot in the south end.
Snow, ice and no light posts or cops in sight.
Fun fun fun.
;]
*sigh*
I guess I could jack up the Taurus wagon, now.
:-|
[and I’d take the Goat, evil or not]
While in the Army in Germany it was my dubious pleasure to drive a VW van — an OD hippiemobile — on a regular basis.
I developed what I called a “kick turn” when driving on beaten snow; on approaching a 90-degree turn I would goose the gas while turning the wheel hard over. The back end (with the engine!) would slew around and I ended up pointed in my desired direction.
Got a new troop from CA once who was scared of driving over the stuff he never saw but on the tops of mountains, and took him for a ride to show him how Michiganders handle it. After the basics, I said “and by the way, the rear-mounted engine makes this possible” and executed a “kick turn” onto the company street. Boy just about peed hisself.