The uber-desirable 911 is making its public debut on the hill, but at yesterday’s press launch at Goodwood’s motor racing circuit it also made two full-bore passes of the assembled hacks.
I’m shame-faced to say that it came by so quickly that my efforts to fire up the phone and video it are too lacklustre for public consumption. But let me assure you that the speed of the car and the sound of the twinturbocharged 3.8-litre flat six-cylinder engine screaming along is enough to - truly, really, not just hyperbolically - stand on end.
In a sanitised world, it’s these moments that remind you of how lucky we are to have such cars - and if you are prone to melancholy, to ponder just how much longer we can enjoy them, and in particular the aural delights that car makers have delivered in they pursuit of performance and pace.
For all the future-world excitement of electrified powertrains - and I am convinced of the positives - here, still ringing still in my ears, still making my eyes blink in disbelief, is one of the delights delivered by cars that they will not be able to replicate.