Sledgehammer

A brutal — and brutally fast — 930.

December 9, 2011

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SITTING DECIDEDLY UPRIGHT, WITH BOTH SHOULDER BLADES firmly planted in the tall racing Recaro and both hands grasping the period Momo wheel, the view forward is paradoxically feminine yet masculine. This 1979 930’s familiar, voluptuously sensual pontoon fenders are flanked by madly flared wheel arches, leaving you with glimpses of Group 4 domination.

“When I get into a 911 after driving a Porsche racing car, it doesn’t feel like I’m in a completely different car,” said the late Al Holbert, who certainly knew his Porsche race cars and eventually took over running Porsche’s motorsports activities in North America. After stepping out of the very real 934-002 and into the cockpit of this 934 replica, I know what he meant. But then, this car’s inspiration gives it an advantage, because the 934 remains Porsche’s most street-like race car to date.

After my left hand summons the ignition, a cacophonous rumble penetrates the cabin. As the big, turbocharged flat six settles into a brutal idle lumpified by the long overlap of 934 cams, the undulations of each stroke of each cylinder pulsate the chassis. It’s such an experience that, before setting off, I open the door, get out, and walk to the back of the car.

Arriving at the Zork tube — all eight or so inches of pipe coming directly off of the turbocharger — I am greeted by an audacious BURBETTY BRAPETTY burbleburble BRAPBRAPBRAP!, with an under­lying turbo whistle only a heavenly lump-acious cam and mighty short exhaust combo can hope to achieve. My best attempts at stifling schoolgirl giggles prove feeble as I begin chuckling audibly, knowing full well what I’m about to do next.

Back in the driver’s seat, with door shut and belts cinched, my left foot engages the Tilton clutch deftly as my right foot throttle-modulates its way up and through the rough and tumble cams. Regretfully, such technique is a lost art in modern “sports cars” with dual-mass this and dual-clutch 27-speed that. So much of the charm, character, and persona has been lost in modern cars. With a single-mass, lightweight flywheel and four forward speeds, sterilization isn’t an issue in this Porsche.

Every sensual curve, every near-pornographic engine note demonstrates this 930/934’s Modus Operandi. More money may buy more power accompanied by the Bloatus Flopperandi new cars guarantee in abundance, but no thanks. As the big, black VDO’s orange tachometer needle sweeps through 3500 rpm in first gear, boost builds. By 4000, it rushes to the low 7000s before a shift is demanded. Acceleration in second gear feels just as strong. Into third, my right foot buried, I spy “Just Not Right” on the speedometer. A few frayed synapses suggest lifting might be smart.

While triple-digit stability is enhanced by a D-I-Y chin spoiler and checked by the 930 calipers filled with Ferodo DS2500 pads, sensibility wins out and engine braking ensues. The best part about lifting? The raucous decelerative anarchy. Poppetty POP pop POPPING is followed by bahahahahaaa, the sound of three-foot flames spewn at unlucky tailgaters. Flames! Deceleration proves nearly as entertaining as acceleration and offers another shameless opportunity to exploit the full range of the tachometer via the full range of the archaic four-speed transmission.

Porsche would do well to bottle some of this car’s fury and reintroduce it. After all, it’s a fury born of its own history.

Homologated in 1976 via the street-legal 930 Turbo Carrera, Porsche’s 1976–77 934 was something of an oddity among race cars. The full-race 934 offered carpeting, fully trimmed doors, power windows, and heavy, U.S.-legal 5-mph bum­pers. Just 41 examples were produced by Porsche, with “roughly 400” otherwise manufactured over two years.

Hustling the 934’s 2,469 pounds was the job of Porsche’s turbocharged 3.0-liter, which belted out 485 hp at 7000 rpm in race trim. A stout 434 lb-ft of torque was available at 5400 rpm. For 1977, the horsepower count moved up to 550.

Bolt-on fender flares rather comedically inflated the car’s width to almost seven feet. At 78.3 inches, the 934 had the ultimate eff ue stance. Its water-to-air intercooler was fed by radiators housed in the front aprons, and their added 45 pounds earned their keep by dropping charge-air temperatures from 300° F to 120° F. Driven by a belt, shafts, and bevel gears, the engine’s cooling fan was mounted horizontally; clearly, Porsche felt the enhanced cylinder cooling was worth the greater parasitic loss. The standard 930 torsion-bar-sprung suspension was augmented with coil springs, monoball links, and cockpit-adjustable front and rear anti-roll bars.

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