Yesterday I had the experience of being one of only a few hundred people in the world fortunate enough to have driven the Porsche 918 Spyder. Let me get this out of the way: if you have the means to buy this car and you have not yet placed your order, your chance at owning a piece of history - of owning a car that will be talked about for 100 years - is quickly fading away.
Have you heard a 298-pound naturally aspirated 4.6 liter V8 howl at 9,150 RPM, as it pumps out 608 HP (which means a specific output of an unholy 132.4 HP/L)? Have you felt 590 lb/ft of torque at 800 RPM, or a peak torque output of an insane 944 lb/ft, pin your head and guts back into your seat? Have you driven said monster that the EPA will soon rate at an incredible 67 eMPG combined? I have. And this car changes the way the world will define performance. Forever.
There are no similes, metaphors or superlatives that can accurately describe what this car feels like when you put your right foot down. Your focus is laser-like as you try to stay on the racing line at Road America, while all you hear is an electronic whine, some tire noise, and the “tink tink” of small pebbles bouncing off the wheel wells as you hit 85 MPH while still in electric mode.
“Flip it to Race Hybrid and put your foot to the floor,” says the Porsche Sport Driving School instructor sitting in the right seat. You know that moment in Star Trek right before warp drive is engaged? When time seems to briefly slow, just before the stars blur? This is that moment. We accelerated from a 40 MPH corner to over 170 MPH while our internal organs were still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Did I mention that this was in the rain?
Not only does this car redefine performance in the traditional sense of the word, but it has an infotainment system that no one in the world can currently offer. What other carmaker had a black ops team working on a proprietary infotainment system with a code name that upper management didn’t even recognize? I don't even think I'm allowed to tell you everything this system is capable of doing. Suffice it to say that it contains chips made by a fruit company…
This is a car for those of nearly unimaginable means. But…for those who can pay the price of entry, do not let the chance to own this car slip away. As the Porsche 959 defined 20 years of automotive technology, so does the Porsche 918. The difference is, this car is street legal in the U.S. and you don’t have to import it on the grey market. The window of availability closes soon. You have your chance to own one on the ground floor!
Once the production cut-off date has been reached, or a maximum of 918 have been ordered in our world of over 7 billion people, and you decide you want one, it will be too late. And then, for the rest of your life, you will have to live with the knowledge that you had the chance at owning a piece of history, but let it slip through your fingers.