Lighter? Four things must weigh less than six things, right? Indeed, but in fact the 718 is a bit heavier than the old 981 - by 25kg, to be precise.
Oh dear. Perhaps the naysayers are right. It’s not looking like a six at Edgbaston then, is it, this four-cylinder replacement for the car once touted the ‘best reasonably priced sports car in the world’?
Hang on, though, there’s lots more to consider here. Before we get in and drive it, just look at it for a moment. This is a pretty car, don’t you think? Even if the grey of our test car doesn't show it to best effect in the pictures, like the 981, it’s pointy at the front, muscular over the haunches and tapers away to a diminishing tail that’s the perfect full stop to its form.
Yet the subtle changes to the 718, such as the domed front wings, natty lights front and rear and black under-spoiler section at the back, make it better resolved than the 981. It remains compact, too, like 911s used to be in the air-cooled days. You remember those - the ones we were told we’d never recover from?
Next, open the door and slide yourself in to the seat. This one’s part-cloth; haven’t seen that on a Porsche since a fabulous 944 S2 my friend owned. It's a timely reminder that along with 356s, 912s, 924 Carrera GTs and 968s, Porsche already has a well-trodden four-cylinder legacy.
Play around with the seat for a moment and yes: the perfect driving position. Just like the old car, it’s low and cocooning, with a nice thin wheel to grasp and perfect pedals for heels and toes to dance on.
Start it up. Okay, it sounds like a Beetle at idle. No, not McCartney in his prime singing Hey Jude. More like Ringo warming a rattly 1972 1300 on a frosty morning. Accepted: it doesn’t sound as good.
Clutch down - it’s beautifully weighted and lighter than before. Snick first - the gearbox is deliciously precise, just as before. Move off.
It’s better than before, honestly. Face facts: the old 2.7 actually felt a bit tardy. It had the chassis of the Cutty Sark powered by a calm southerly breeze. This little 2.0-litre turns that up to gale force by comparison, dishing up just the right amount of pace for a quick road car; in fact, 0-100mph in just over 11 seconds is properly fast.
Unlike some turbo units, it’s not horrendously boosty, either. Sure, there’s lag below 2000rpm, but higher in the rev range it’s less pronounced, and the torque feeds in relatively smoothly and predictably. It gives you more to work with in the mid-range as well. The 718 is infinitely more driveable in the real world than the old car as a result, and better placed to utilise the Cayman’s traditionally long gearing. Yet it will still rev its heart out to 7500rpm.
Granted, even at full chat it’s still nowhere near as melodic as the 981, but if you turn off the sports exhaust, which makes it unnecessarily boomy, it produces an arguably interesting series of tones.
So now you’re heading much faster towards that tight left-hander on your favourite back road than you would’ve been in the old 981; time to get on the brakes. The middle pedal is solid, inspiringly so, slowing you down confidently while acting as a fulcrum to jab the throttle between downshifts so you feel like Senna in that fabled clip from qualifying at Monaco in 1988.
Speed scrubbed, now turn in. You don’t think about the steering. The nose does what your hands, guided by your brain, are asking. This helm is so natural, with perfect weight build-up and accurate gearing. Negatives? A little more sensation through the wheel from the road surface and extra weight drop-off as you pick up understeer would be welcome.