The 911 Turbo has now evolved into such a complete road car that chopping off the roof might not be a heresy anymore. Of course, the purists will decry the notion and quote lost chassis composure with incredulous eyes. But then the Turbo is not the latent animal of yesteryear and to dismiss the seemingly soft option is to miss the point of the modern Porsche landscape.
The old school 930 Turbos of the 1980s were fearsome beasts. But times have changed. The Turbo has evolved into the every man's supercar, a machine you can use daily without pain or sacrifice, and in many ways, it is the limousine of the line-up.
For that read ballistic-fast limousine with room for two. The Turbo delivers all of the comforts of modern life at a simply obscene rate of knots and the Cabriolet is so close to its hard-top sibling that only the most committed drivers will notice the difference. Even they might be willing to pay the nominal price for the chance to cruise through town with the top down on a balmy night.
